Long talks with family, friends and colleagues; many classes full of eager and rambunctious third-grade poets—my purse of words is all but spent this week, and I have scarce enough to caption shadows. And yet I have enough.
I remember so many people with special love on Veteran’s Day: my father Don, my father-in-law Len, my brother Dan, Uncle Johnny and the countless others who offered the gift of their service. Today I want to introduce you to Eleanor
While all my posts won’t be about my recent wilderness trip, I do want to share the following.
Am deep into my large writing project–hence I offer you the little koan above, which recently appeared in my notebook.
It’s hard to believe this mighty presence no longer dwells among us. But her spirit will continue to do so. It was uncaged decades ago.
Felicity, photo and all text © Irene O’Garden, 2014 I offer you a quiet wish from my retreat: felicity. One illustration of same is the image above, composed of two recent birthday gifts. My dear friend Tracy brought me the
He Is Us, photo and all text ⓒ Irene O’Garden 2013 Just a couple of holiday smiles and happy publication news this week. Above is a Santa paper sculpture I made years ago. Though he looks as if he’s gigantically
OurChair, photo and all text © Irene O’Garden For the ungolf-ic, (like myself) a Pro-Am tournament teams professionals with amateurs. Which well-characterizes my week. At our local high-school production of “Our Town” last Saturday night, a young actress reserved this
SkyStreak, photo, poem and all text © Irene O’Garden 2013 The Horse, Us Hoofprints in my fledgling heart embossed. Prancing crazily down Pennsylvania Avenue: the barely-restrained emblem of all gone wrong. The horse, us. Our rider tossed. The boots
HydrangeaGlow, photo and all text ⓒ Irene O’Garden, 2013 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
Elemental Sentiment, photo, lettering and text © Irene O’Garden 2013 Mercury is now in retrograde. According to star folk, it’s a good time to be flexible, since travel, computers, plans and communications can veer a bit awry. Intuition is high,
Chez Paul, iPad Art and all text ⓒIrene O’Garden Another “postcard” from our trip: One of the pleasures of travel is the unplanned stop. We set sail from Gaudi’s Barcelona on a ten-day Mediterranean cruise. First port: Marseilles, where we
Frontknocker, photo and all text © Irene O’Garden, 2013 The light is frank as ever through the windowpanes. Cabinet latches squeak and snap just as they did. The attic is still a hot, stuffy, slightly scary place of boxed-up memories
Rogue Thoughts, photo © Irene O’Garden, 2013, Poem ©Robin O’Brien, 2013 Four days in Washington, DC and three of teaching poetry plumped my week beyond normal. Though the busying tried to elbow out my Wednesday post, I have some wise words
How odd, this phrase we’re reading everywhere: Self as Brand. From self as Soul, self as Citizen, even self as Consumer, to self as Thing To Market? Self as purposeful manufactured Product, publicly traded? What to sell is an ancient