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. All my stories (over 2,200 pieces) are/will be available on/via Shakespeare's Shoes.
Stories (452/0)
- Top Story - February 2024
What Is Not Misplaced?
Almost everything appears to be misplaced in humanity's realms, as even the grass—not all grass—dislikes to be eaten and even stepped upon. A tree told me as much. Plants can speak, but humans cannot hear them or do not care to listen to their primordial plight. Wood is good, we are told soon after birth. Yet, trees are so much better, and much more important than humans. If the Cosmos, or the Milky Way, or only the Solar System had administered a survey, trees would win by a landslide, with or without grass on the ground.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Fiction
Snow on My Mind
The snow looked cold and wet but I only felt the warmth of her breasts against my chest. Fortunately, and unfortunately, it was all happening in my head; a waking dream or hallucination against loneliness in winter. In summer, her breasts would have felt much warmer, but winter was the season abreast in every direction, with a northern wind freezing almost everything.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Fiction
To Touch Them Again
I never imagined that I could feel this way. I may have read about it in an old novel or seen it in a black-and-white film, namely, the will and the need, not necessarily in that order, to die for someone or something in order to see her—it is almost always a woman—one last time. She has to be a femme fatale, one may think, or a muse, but she was—still is—the woman whom I wanted to taste again and again until my ultimate tastelessness. Now, I was ready to settle for one last time.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Filthy
The Beauty of a Muse
My experience with muses is limited to a single one and it is rather recent; only since the last week of November 2020. It has been just over three years since my life changed drastically again, from enough already to I cannot get enough. This case study is thus limited, but it could serve as an example of what to expect if you get deeply involved with a muse. It took me over fifty years to finally meet one, but she was so worth the wait.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Fiction
The Best Way to Waste Time & Space
The best way to waste time & space is to die, on purpose, of course, since we will all die eventually, one way or another. Thus, it may be better to linger in bed, especially if it is going to be a beautiful day and that Beth is still out of breath after a long night. A bedpan can help waste even more time, unless number two beckons like a dog that needs to go outside and waste more time. A cat is too smart for that and apparently more independent. But both remain dependent, one way or another.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Poets
The Anti-Anthi Incident
The night was colder than usual. The Moon looked like snow. Goddess Athena was nowhere to be found. Glaukopis, her owl, was also missing. Anthi seemed to be fading deeper into fiction, along with her daughter, Delphine. All blue-and-white flowers were turning green and black. Only Eléni, my dearest narrator, appeared unscathed.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Fiction
The “Katastrophe”
How do you avenge a certain murder, a given genocide, or a so-called holocaust on such a grand scale that to name the slaughtered, just two seconds each, would take almost 139 days with no breaks or intermissions during those long hours, let alone pity or shame? Do you begin by asking why before carrying out the retribution, or do you retaliate and ask the question after enough people are eliminated to satisfy your a-head-for-a-head brand of justice? Do you also take vengeance for all those that could have been born? Do the children pay for the crimes committed by the adults, or do you strike with the same measure and eradicate everyone fitting the profile? Do you kill them all in the same way, or do you devise more efficient methods of doing away with them? Do you show some mercy and spare exceptional ones, or do you lacerate every one of them until you face their last Mohican? Do you mark them to facilitate their identification? Do you break them up according to age, sex and what not? Do you take possession of all their assets, including those that define their humanity? Do you use selected ones for scientific experiments? Do you tell them they are going to die, or do you surprise them with skillful deception? Do you turn their lifeless bodies into ashes? Do you try to erase any other sign of their existence?
By Patrick M. Ohana2 months ago in Fiction