Absurd, maybe by John O’Brien, Jr. Thoughts echo, overcome my mind despite my angry, useless thrusts to push them away, on the uselessness of life or maybe just my life. Theatre of the Absurd as Beckett lived theatre of the absurd, as I live is there more? Is there anything at all? Life is such [...]
A fella goes to the golf course and his very first shot, it is horrible, slicing left, it goes far more to the left, then forward. He slams the club down in frustration. Suddenly, up pops a little man, from nowhere. The fella jumps. “Hey, where’d you come from? “Never you mind that,” little man [...]
Kiss Me by John O’Brien, Jr. Kiss me, I beg you, kiss me Let me feel your heat take my mind off the ache that resides deep, to my very joints, seemingly to my very soul distract me with what you make grow, fuel banish the memories of winters cold autumns rain spring’s lingering nip [...]