I felt the same way last evening watching Clint Eastwood at the Republican National Convention as I did the last time I saw Frank Sinatra in concert. Old Blue Eyes was forgetting the order of the show, he was forgetting his words… it was a mess. There were moments of grace, greatness and brilliance, butContinue reading “They just weren’t thinking and now too many of us will remember him that way…”
Author Archives: Bosco O'Brian
“Authentic Frontier Gibberish”
Over the past few days, weeks and months, as I’ve been listening to our political discourse spin, bend, distort and even fabricate daily soundbites used by each party to beat each other about the head and shoulders, I have come to know that the absolute official language of these United States of America is mostContinue reading ““Authentic Frontier Gibberish””
We put the “FUN” is Dysfunctional!
It occurred to me that there may actually be no such thing as the dysfunctional family. The way I see it, prior to the industrialization and urbanization of America, most families were more spread out geographically from one another and at the same time a great deal more dependent upon each other for their health, wealth and prosperity.Continue reading “We put the “FUN” is Dysfunctional!”
The lady doth protest too much, methinks
The quotation “The lady doth protest too much, methinks.” comes from Shakespeare‘s Hamlet, Act III, scene II, where it is spoken by Queen Gertrude, Hamlet’s mother. The phrase has come to mean that one can “insist so passionately about something not being true that people suspect the opposite of what one is saying.” The phrase is often misquotedContinue reading “The lady doth protest too much, methinks”
To Form a More Perfect Union
Few people are capable of expressing with equanimity opinions which differ from the prejudices of their social environment. Most people are even incapable of forming such opinions. – Albert Einstein So, where did all that fear and hate come from? For a nation of “good, God-fearing people,” we have certainly become prolific when it comesContinue reading “To Form a More Perfect Union”
Lo, there do I see my Father
(For my friend Jim Brunsman and all who go before us…) “Lo, there do I see my father,Lo, there do I see my mother,And my sisters and my brothers.Lo, there do I see the line of my ancestors Back to the beginning, Lo, they do call to me They bid me take my place among them In the hallsContinue reading “Lo, there do I see my Father”
Noise of Silent Vigil
I whistled past the graveyard yesterday. She’s gone but lingers still in eyes and smiles of mine and other’s children. In quiet vigil, I spoke not a word while the silent anniversary of her passing broke the air. I held her grandchildren tightly as I tucked them in. I wrapped them in child blankets madeContinue reading “Noise of Silent Vigil”
A Solstice Carol
The Yule log burns and all four candles glow. Past the longest night; the Son comes with the dawn. Gather now and sing the way we do. And think of those who cannot sing along. Huddled people far and near sit alone in quiet fear. In soft candle lit rooms, we welcome warmth of friendsContinue reading “A Solstice Carol”
A winter tale
The icy hand of old man winter claws at me and his frigid breath doth howl and blow. The thickening snow gathers ‘round my feet and toes, and the timid sun remains bound behind the low gray ceiling of the wintry sky. But with the warmth of the coming spring already in my heart, andContinue reading “A winter tale”
We Are Not Old as Seasons Change…
(Dedicated to my brother Bill) I stand in August and smell October coming. The dry summer crumbles fallen leaves while green. The eyes of children widen as the siren call of hallowed hall begins. And I, the child, still feel the stomach knot of that unknown. The boasting heat of Summer declares itself out loud,Continue reading “We Are Not Old as Seasons Change…”
Why Eye Write 