Patrick M. Ohana
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A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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Every Olive Tree
Every olive tree prays during the day to Goddess Athena to grow older than the Moon, while at night it dreams of the Sun shining over Her head; every olive tree wherever it stands, except the one whose shade caressed a couple you may know, Anthi and M, who fell in love right there under its branches without even knowing it yet. The olive tree sensed their love and their connection to Goddess Athena and thus stopped praying, since its prayers had been answered; it felt older than the Moon and had seen the Sun shining over her head, although it was Anthi’s head, but it could not see the difference given that her love had clouded the olive tree’s crown, which became a canopy where Anthi and M would find themselves during one of their divinely inspired dreams in Crete.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
Trees in Athens
My new rental apartment in Athens was surrounded by trees, which is not unusual, as there are countless homes around the world also encircled by these majestic creatures. The difference, which may only occur in Greece, is that the trees talk to each other, and they seem to speak the same language whether they look like lemon trees, palm trees, olive trees, or any other such beauties. They seem to understand each other through their leaves and surely their roots. But what are they saying?
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Fiction
Resistance Is Futile
Resistance - A Combat Haiku She tried to resist him, but she lacked the courage or the right AI. ----- It is not resistance that is futile, it is existence on the individual level, if one takes the time to perceive it. Many have said it before and perhaps many will say it in the future, but it seems that it is being mostly ignored, for good reason, since the total, nearly total result of being totally aware of the truth, probable truth, will often render one afflicted by justified despair, not to mention the brutality of the human condition.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
