Owl Poetry & Prose

I lost my poetry In the midst of the rat race and the noise of constant despair In the midst of the pain and...

My childhood was spent on trains – particularly the Uda Rata Menike plying from Kandy to Colombo. Those days are long gone but when...

I have been telling myself this for the past few weeks – it has been quite the rollercoaster from my health to work and...

Today was a hard day. I knew it would be a good chance of a positive diagnosis. I still hoped though for something milder....

Gaea is what the ancient Greeks called the Earth. Mother. A bringer of life and fertility. A nurturer and a powerful entity. Perhaps we...

Today the big red eyed bird took Craig the Katussa away. I was shocked to see the fellow struggling in the beak of the...

Standing in the aisle was the white haired man with a red & white striped shirt, blue jeans with an empty plastic water bottle...

Birthdays are often bittersweet. Many hate aging, many feel it reminds them of what could be and yet, there are those who love it...

That’s what it kind of feels like being a woman these days. You grew up in a world that continuously gave you mixed signals,...

When life is a bitch, you must not let it get you down apparently. Snort. Wish it were that easy. But no, it’s better...