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Michael O'Connor was born in Hartford, CT and graduated from the University of Connecticut.

After spending some time in Ireland and Prince Edward Island, he returned to New York City to pursue screenwriting.

After several successes in the film industry as a writer and independent film producer, Michael turned his writing to non-fiction historical works on the Second World War, publishing articles for the Centre de Recherches et d'Informations sur la Bataille des Ardennes.

He has maintained deep interest for poetry, being influenced by Robert Frost, William Butler Yeats, and James Joyce. He currently resides in the Boston area.

The Rocker

Dark oaken rails and runners
Faded out with wear,
On the bottom of his old
Wooden rocking chair.
Nestled in the corner
basking by the light,
Casting mid winter shadows
On a cold November night.
It's finish chipped and tattered
where spindles fail to glow,
But it's in a fade of outer
Beauty that wisdom often shows.
Every scratch and scar displayed
On its aged brittle frame,
While then a painful cut in time
Becomes a memory of the same.
Despite the seven years or more
The rocker morning rife,
I feel that I may know him now
Ever more so than in life.

© Michael O'Connor