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 (527/0)
“La Chatte à moitié moite”
The story of the half-wet pussy transpired on a cruise ship sailing around Tahiti and the Marquesas Islands before the pandemic. It was a good time, indeed, notwithstanding the pussy already a marvel by itself and wet, albeit only half all around the circumference and, of course, inside where it is always warm and nice. Very nice, methinks, now that I visualize the scene. I will never forget it, and soon, you will not either when you read all about it in the upcoming paragraphs full of the right words. No! The true words of the half-wet pussy. It all occurred in French. It is true that it sounded better in some parts. But when I sensed that English was going down, I recited some shameless Shakespeare, and Molière was put to bed, both literally and figuratively, which seemed to be the same, at least at the time.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
“Andoumboulou Vorfreude”
We are all an andoumboulou, a rough draft of humanity, a work in progress until our guaranteed demise. What we leave behind could be some of the joy that we had felt in our lives, even before we understood it to be joy, before we anticipated it to occur, our vorfreude.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Psyche
Wooden Heart
February 1, 2021 A lot of snow has been falling on everything lately. It’s winter and Canada, so it’s to be expected. Except that now it may contain some freaking COVID-19, so I just look at the snow and tell it to fuck off to summer and I close the window shutters so not to even see it and its cursed whiteness. Too bad it’s not blue like the sky in May or June. I’m sure COVID wouldn’t care but I would, especially with all the wood in my heart.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Poets
Little T
Unlike Big T far away in the forest, Little T lived in a dish with some ground to hold her straight, atop a table where strange monsters took care of her, yet ate so many of her kin. She leaned to one side as her tiny trunk was still growing, and her branches were learning to find their balancing act. Her leaves were often crying for no reason, but reasons were too numerous to enumerate. She spent her days looking at the small jungle across, not knowing that beyond those few trees lay a huge shopping mall, with trees in every corner and store, all of them long dead, transformed into objects, some even admired by the same monsters who took care of her, as if she mattered at all.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Earth
Prick Versus Pussy
What a biased confrontation is that involving a prick versus a pussy! Laugh out loud, indeed! Can you hear me laughing? Even M can hear me inside. Which narrator I am can only be guessed. Even I don’t know who I am. The conflict between M and Patrick has gone out of hand. They’re basically leaving us narrators to write whatever we want. One of us, I forget who, is in charge of wood. You know, writing about trees before they magically become shelves. Another is in charge of AI. He seems to be having a blast, but he’s running out of free pics. Maybe Medium could provide all photos, even those in his heart.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Pussy Evolution
M can surely be described as a strange man, especially that he is half of a man given that his other half, Patrick, lives in Athens with Goddess Athena. What? a new reader may ask. It is too long and winding to go into here, but you could always read Patrick’s thirteen-part series about my Eléni’s first visit to Greece to speak to Goddess Athena and find him, Patrick. As I just mentioned, it is somewhat convoluted and even requires other reads of poems and short stories to see the whole picture. And Eléni’s name was Cryssarina at the beginning. Even Anthi Psomiadou, who was a character in that long series may need more time to grasp the true meaning(s) surrounding both Patrick and myself, and Eléni as well. However, it is not the topic of this story as the title declares almost out loud.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Filthy
Cryssarina’s First Visit - Part 2
This is the second part of a longish story. The first part (also linked at the bottom) needs to be read first to better understand this second part. Anthi Psomiadou has graciously agreed to be included as a fictional character in this unusual visit by Cryssarina to Greece where she hopes to speak to Goddess Athena and find Patrick who may still be alive somewhere wandering around her but possibly somewhere else.
By Patrick M. Ohana3 years ago in Futurism
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