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condensation

Posted on October 17, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

looking into his glass wet with condensation on the outside he sees the ice sparkling reflecting the colors of the neon beer signs the liquid’s amber color in the dim light of the pub only visible in his mind’s eye … Continue reading →

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little bird

Posted on October 16, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

little bird lying at the base of the tree did you have a good life? did you have many children? did you soar high above the emerald green canopy and see a world of captivating beauty? or did you have … Continue reading →

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an opening

Posted on October 15, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

an opening in the shoreline not visible from outside the small bay the canoe guided into the narrow stream no larger vessel could navigate the rushing water shallow with sounds more subdued in deference to the chirping of a territorial … Continue reading →

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a north woods moment

Posted on October 12, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

in the evening many shades adorning a sunset the whole of the orange spectrum blending into the reds and indigos reflecting in the mirror of a wave-less lake the stage adorned with the evergreens and summer greens that have yielded … Continue reading →

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one candle

Posted on October 10, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

one candle its light slightly orange-yellow against the blackness burns on the table in the old kitchen many joyous meals feasts to all that were present have been served on its worn wooden surface tonight though one candle reveals little … Continue reading →

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october and rain

Posted on October 7, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

in this small puddle the grey clouds are reflected visible occasionally amidst the rippling rings from the light rain fogging this cool october day more than one autumn painted leaf sticks to the sidewalk and floats on the water colorful … Continue reading →

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a moment of clarity in the pub

Posted on October 4, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

i’ll have another how are you getting home? he had had a few already walking i had to make sure you know the word whiskey comes from the gaelic word meaning water of life yes i know why the water … Continue reading →

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the last act of “our society”

Posted on September 29, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

enter the sad clown unable to see the humor in the tear painted on his cheek shuffling along in a broken gate interrupted repeatedly by giggles of amusement at his appearance pathos spotlighted on the stage the set and props … Continue reading →

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a walk in a city park

Posted on September 25, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

a walk around this small lake seeing others deep in thought exercising determinedly texting incessantly hiding in sight of everyone in the anonymity of a city park afraid to reveal too much? scared of who is walking this way? uncomfortable … Continue reading →

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it’s remote control

Posted on September 19, 2013 by northwoodsirishpub

where’s the remote? which remote? the gray one which is the gray one? the one for the stereo which stereo? the old one i thought that one was black umm… it’s the big stereo remote you mean the remote for … Continue reading →

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