Owl Poetry & Prose

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...

Pain. Pain knows no respite… Or so it feels these days It’s been one endless rollercoaster with mere pauses in between I have little...

A day of light with sun, bright A moment of peace, of satiated sleep A thought of happiness for the inception of morn A...

Opulence, indulgence and gluttony galore What makes one such a despicable whore? Feelings of guilt, betrayal from yore Have your heard Oliver asking for...

My brain feels like that – a clenched fist It’s been under pressure, strain and a lot of shit That really it could do...

What am I these days? Surviving, living, existing, resisting, fighting Not fleeing Wielding, yielding, unsettling, wistful not always blissful Yet alive Pain is inevitable...

Today was a busy day. I wanted to buy some gifts for Christmas for my family but things are insanely expensive. And what I...

A gasped Hosanna and a broken Hallelujah Praises, sing, it’s what was meant to be No This is not what we were meant to...

Privileged. That’s what you are. If you have someone cook for you, prep your clothes, do the laundry, arrange your house and clean it,...