Author: John P. O'Grady

“I” being JFK in the fall of 1963 “look forward to an America which will reward achievement in the arts as we reward achievement in business or statecraft. I look forward to an America...

Tire store big Dunkin’ Donuts Thomas Cole pretty as a plate glass window view miserable love winter coming snows required here in the waiting room no TV final formal NY Post headline “SUED FOR...

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...

The guide said: “Follow that path through the woods till you find the place of art. You can’t miss it.” Why not? Long walk. Goldenrod interval. Milkweed cumulus. Dog-day cicada, heatbug, harvestfly song. We...

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...

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!...

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...

Somewhere in the middle, you said: “Things here are signs, but what we read is only half. Throw caution to the wind.” And so we did. Where are you now?

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!...