Author Archives: Bob OHearn

In one screenplay, two gamblers, Hope and Fear, stand at a Craps Table, rolling dice into the future. Wins and losses alternate, they finally break even.   In another, two massive armies clash by night. The next morning, they are … Continue reading →

Eager seekers throughout the centuries have embarked on arduous pilgrimages in search of the elusive “truth”, merely to discover that there is no truth, only dreaming. Time after time, we hear politicians promising to make the world a better place, … Continue reading →

Last night I composed a new poem in my sleep. An idea came to me, and the words just flowed. I read it over several times, editing here and there, until at last I was quite pleased with the result. … Continue reading →

The water in our bird baths has been everywhere — the snows of the Himalayas, the Nile Delta, Glacier Lake, the deepest trenches of the Pacific Ocean, the Amazon Rain Forests, even the flood that old Noah barely escaped. Water … Continue reading →

When they told the old woman that her husband had died during surgery, she sighed slightly, then pulled the blankets over her head. She never did emerge alive from her covers, but instead left a short handwritten note on the … Continue reading →

Some claim our lives are predestined, that whatever is going to happen to us was already decided long before we ever arrived here. Of course, people say a lot of things, few of which are actually true. I say that … Continue reading →

Lately, I feel a certain sadness contemplating my species. Perhaps I’ve been watching too much American television. Americans seem desperately sad, they need more canaries. Our canary begins singing in earnest at sunset. He stands on his hollow coconut composing … Continue reading →

Beloved, my forehead rests, unmoving, on the cool stone floor before you. Here, there is no defining line to separate flesh and bone from this pillow of stone. Tonight I seem to drift through myself, astonished by the radiant brilliance … Continue reading →

1. Is it not the ruthlessness of light that strips us, one by one, of light’s beguiling illusions? What remains, once the fictions of illumination we have cherished are revealed for what they are? At dawn, light spreads evenly over … Continue reading →

Once there was a rocky path winding up this old stone mountain, though it long ago succumbed to an overgrowth of wild vegetation. Perhaps it’s just as well, since I’m not going anywhere anymore — I’m fine right where I … Continue reading →