Author Archives: Bob OHearn

We were watching as the actors squabbled on TV. We could tell that their fictional relationship would not last much longer. Still, in the background of the scene, some birds were singing along as if it all was real, though … Continue reading →

First a flutter of wings, and then all of a sudden the idea appeared. This idea consumed all other ideas, before eventually even consuming itself. The bearded philosophers were puzzled how such a thing could happen. In any case, they … Continue reading →

When I first heard about death, I was intrigued. The unknown will always fascinate us more than whatever it is that we think we know. In my town, there’s a dance studio directly adjacent to the local cemetery. I smile … Continue reading →

I was sitting in the old Oak laughing when those eager evangelists waved their pamphlets at you, but you were teaching your dog a new trick, and didn’t even notice. While the angry politicians were threatening to annihilate everyone, we … Continue reading →

There is a small light flickering between the leaves. It is morning, that is all I know, want to know. Couldn’t that be enough, just this? I don’t know why the light attracts my attention. Light wants to go to … Continue reading →

Last night I was back in the old neighborhood where I grew up, and I was shown that it wasn’t a neighborhood anymore, but in reality a stage. This stage was being disassembled, the props were one by one being … Continue reading →

The mountains and forests have their charms, but what can compare with wading out into the serenity of a tropical sea at dawn? Thousands of newly-hatched turtles emerge from the sands and race to the safety of water, though only … Continue reading →

A Joker slipped out of a deck of cards and got a job as a network news anchor. After each catastrophe that he announced, he smiled at the camera and said “Amen!” Somebody from the Gone Beyond keeps tapping us … Continue reading →

These are the ambivalent times. Some days I feel like a shepherd gazing at the big star over Bethlehem. Other days, I’m more like Noah looking out on the first day of rain. Mad men are moving their hungry machines … Continue reading →

I love the subtle echo of silent things, like the eeriness of a spectral ship gliding noiselessly through the fog, its ghostly crew standing motionless on deck, beguiled, in their journey without destination. I love the songs of the ancient … Continue reading →