Patrick M. Ohana
Bio
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.
Stories (485/0)
Roots
A tree without roots is just a piece of wood, declared Marco Pierre White, a British chef. What a smart quote and from a culinary chef no less! Am I being facetious? I really hope so given that a tree without roots is surely dead first and mourned by his tree family and acquaintances who throw him an underground memorial. I was a witness to such a ceremony, watching it from a tree cavern, and this is how it sounded in my tree-focused head.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Earth
Tree Day
Valentine’s Day? Love doesn’t need a specific day. Love is a permanent state. I love Athena every day at every moment and she knows it all the way in Greece where she stands tall like all women should, facing their often despicable men. Oh, there are good men. There is no doubt about it. But most of them have died, and rarely from old age. Some of you may already know the men I admire, so I won’t repeat their beautiful names again except for dear Nietzsche, Freud, and Charlie Chaplin. I may have named them all. I digressed, though. I wanted to raise your awareness again about trees in all their splendour and fragility, facing the most bloodthirsty predator on Earth. COVID-19 is an amateur in comparison, the new strain of half-life on the block of existence.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Earth
Eléni & M Move to Athens - Part 4
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 3 of this series. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed once more to appear as a fictional character in this new series. Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist. Epicurus
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Futurism
Meet More Meat
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. Ohana3 years ago in Earth