Author: John P. O'Grady

January overhead with thick careless clouds doesn’t need my or anybody’s attention so why then all of a sudden just now above the steep slope of greywacke ledges bare maples birches ashes dying hemlocks...

I’m a slow reader don’t read much fiction mostly poetry and philosophy not that disadvantageous academic stuff but writings that might under other circumstances have been known as music save for an officious card...

Today a carbon copy no that’s old-fashioned a photocopy maybe a meme a knockoff of yesterday except today three inches of snow instead of yesterday’s five of sleet now hidden below like so many...

Statement of Mission: “It is our goal to open the doorways to a functional and fulfilling lifestyle for each and every one of our residents. Our friendly staff of experts treat all residents with...

Oh fie! my birds won’t fly they won’t even come out of their coop save for this dumb-dumb cuckoo—or is it a blackbird?—what do I know or does anybody under these occluded skies dis-augured...

“It is nearing the end of the road for us. Yes, this is for real! Everything must go. After twenty-five years we have sold the building and will be closing the shop sometime in...

Stop me if you’ve heard this before. I take the car in for another oil change, the usual place, Route 9, and sit around in the waiting room suffering once again the big screen...

Every week, each day. Grocery shopping. In the parking lot same old rusted-out pickup seen in same spot. Every week, each day. Works here. New York license plate. Confederate battle flag taped in back...

Year end. You knew it would come to this. Out with the old, in with the older still. Days weeks months years: hopes and dreams. Opinions! Organized donors. Stacking the dead on top of...