Author: John P. O'Grady

After Leopardi

This lonely hill I love it here always this thicket this heap of stones that hides the view what view can you see it oh earth meets sky but just sitting here gazing who...

The Barn

Here in my “later years” I just sit around this place paddocked by scare quotes and oh Jesus the stuff of my “earlier years” mostly memories & books & pictures & habits all themselves...

Tansy

Single four foot stalk of tansy (Tanacetum vulgarum) sometimes called “bitter-buttons”—delicate, fern-like, fragrant, “garden escape”, runaway from bygone gardeners’ herbal paddocks, old world flower of new world byways, waste places, unmowed fields, “a conspicuous...

Prepare

I take the car in to have the brakes looked at. They squeak. I sit in the waiting area of the dealership, notice a makeshift sign hanging by the cashier booth, it reads: Parents!...

A Note for the Fire

Mid-August, seventeen summers into a new millennium, morning migraine then guns going off all around all day echoing through the woods the mountains and valleys, “Land in the Sky”, crew of the Half Moon...

Asylum

We stroll through wet woods, the collies and I, listening to birdsong and gazing at flowers. They chase chipmunks and follow the scent of deer. Now and then they perform a trick—Sit! Stay! Speak!...

The Quickest Way

In line for morning coffee at the hospital cafeteria. “Eventually,” says a woman in scrubs to her co-worker, “you run out of food. Then what’re you gonna do? Scrounge for quarters and go eat...