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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I am a tree. Hath not a tree senses? Hath not a tree a trunk, branches, leaves, sizes, affections, roots; fed with similar food, hurt with similar weapons, subject to similar diseases, healed by similar means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer as a human is? If you prick me, do I not bleed? If you hug me, do I not love you inside? If you axe me, do I not die? And if you wrong me, what can I do? If I am like you in the rest, I will resemble you in that. If a tree could wrong a human, what would be its punishment? Death. If a human wrongs a tree, what should his sufferance be by human example? Why, death. The villainy you show me, I will not take, and it shall be harder for you now, and I will survive your instruments of my destruction. Shaketree, from The Tree of Venice
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Earth
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 3
This new series has its history in the form of several short stories, several poems, and a 13-part series that is linked at the bottom via Part 2 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed once again to appear as a fictional character in this new series. The French subtitle means, A Foursome by Two. How great are the dangers I face to win a good name in Athens. Alexander the Great
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Futurism
A Tree Story
The Australian mountain ash tree (Eucalyptus regnans), also known as swamp gum or stringy gum, lives down under most of us on the other side of the world. Oh, there are many others who live on that continent, but this story is not about any of them—sorry—it is about the mountain ash tree. One of the words in its name is surely foreboding. The fire had gone back to hell, leaving only ash, also in the form of cinders, embers, and clinker.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Earth
60,000
I was so excited to get a ticket for the football game, also known as soccer, between Liverpool, the team I had loved since I was four or six, and some other team that I frankly do not even care to remember. It may have been an Italian team since the game was in Rome, the 1976-77 European Cup. No! I googled it. It was against Borussia Mönchengladbach, a German team. No wonder I forgot them. I only remember World War Two when it comes to anything German in the 20th century, and World War One was not a ball in the park either. I remember the game as if it happened the day before, but luckily I do not remember the war, both of them, since I was not even born. Lucky me, I suppose.
By Patrick M. Ohana5 years ago in Cleats
