Author Archives: Bob OHearn

Open eyes or closed, it makes little difference. Now, without hesitation, it moves towards you. It wears the kind of look only you know — see, it is your own look. You move towards yourself but disappear in the moving, … Continue reading →

Somebody once had a big idea. I say “idea”, but maybe it was more like a thought. If it was a thought, then it is probably more like a dream, since both are equally disposable — we have a thought, … Continue reading →

He had the feeling in his heart but his tongue wouldn’t work or maybe his tongue worked fine but his thoughts were jumbled up, and then he thought something to himself that made hot tears flow down his cheek, and … Continue reading →

Those predictions are coming to pass — various things are happening now. It seems we have short memories, we forget that things have already happened before. Time is strange that way, now we can predict what has already occurred. Imagine … Continue reading →

Once the excitement of having a body wears off somewhat, a subtle sense of melancholy seeps in. You won’t see it in the faces of the children, but look at the photos of adults — you can see a loneliness … Continue reading →

Last month they were dropping tentatively, as if they weren’t sure if they should stay or go, but its September now, and the leaves here are finally beginning to fall in earnest. Now they know that there’s no going back … Continue reading →

When night falls, we cover the canary cage in the kitchen window with towels so the bird will not be disturbed, then we turn out the lights. In the dark, the kitchen becomes just another room, a vague space with … Continue reading →

1.   When I look up I’m standing in the kitchen. Above the sink, behind the canary cage, outside the window, the sky is smeared with a smoky haze from wildfires nearby.   When I look down, galaxies are turning … Continue reading →

Some of us suspect that the wind carries messages, though their meanings are not always easy to decipher. Like the other animals, we once understood immediately, but then we became proud and went mostly deaf, and now require poets, mystics, … Continue reading →

There is nothing more you need to know,so what follows from here is something extra. There’s a lovely Rose of Sharon bloomingin our front yard. Imagine it now in your mind. We sit silently next to each other, watchingas it … Continue reading →