There are times words interfere. Times they can’t be translated. When the poem is the image, when the yearning cannot be described, when the clamor of description must be settled by silence.
Such is this Wednesday. Just a reminder that November is a poem of its own, alternately vivid and gentle as the season disintegrates in grace.
GentleNovember, photo and all text © Irene O’Garden, 2013
Fjords Review has just published my short comet essay The Smudge Between The Stars, in anticipation of ISON, a possible “Comet of The Century.” You can read and/or hear it here. It is illustrated with a painting of mine.
I am presently reviewing e-galleys for my book Fat Girl, which will soon be released by Untreed Reads as an ebook. Watch for a giveaway.