Trolley Dodger.

My Nana was withered at the end.

A fragment of crêpe paper caught in the wind.

My mother, much the same at that age

had been the picture of strength in her youth.

I recall Nana wrapping me up in her rollie-pollie arms;

smothering me in talcum powder and kisses.

It was a shock the way Nana transformed after Grandpa died;

as if all of her being had already gone after him ahead of her.

Mom, even in her grief, even in her sickness, was strong.

Don’t get me wrong, Nana could be a tough cookie.

She had to be, she was married to my Grandfather.

But Nana had a weakness. A laceration of sorts.

Nana never got over the Dodgers leaving Brooklyn.

Mom on the other hand, like Grandpa, was a Yankee fan.

©️Mark W. Ó Brien

11May2023

The need for friction:

Survivors of the next apocalypse

Will be free of social media addictions

Thankfully, the next millennia will be devoid of

Boomers who thrived on self aggrandizement

And life among the masses who do not care

If their condo slides into the sea ten years from

The moment she looked into his eyes

Across the dance floor at the villages meet and greet 

Why should I worry, I heard her say

I don’t even have a grandchild to

Show you pictures of-

Welcome to Florida

They’re playing our song

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©️Mark W. Ó Brien

03May2023

14 things you don’t want to know about heaven:

A typographical error made a mistake appear to

An American President who’s dementia was post office so

Ask me how much I have fallen in love with

An infection caused by a parasitic tapeworm from

A famous actor who got started on the wrong foot became

A clergyman who entered the ministry in 1775 on

A railroad line that runs down the spine and shows

Archival footage of the Kaydeross patent where

An Iowa specific map is available 

At the end of the day when attractions are numerous and

Alternate realities often begin upon arrival for

A yellow wedding dress with a huge steel spring bustle and

A courtship in which among other things all the stars fall silent 

And anger is beginning to affect your relationships.

©️Mark W. Ó Brien 

02May2023