Owl Poetry & Prose

Oh you don’t swear do you? Such a paragon of virtue Are you sure? You never have? Oh, you are self righteous, my bad...

Forgiveness Was at the brink of my acceptance It was not easy Like a snake wriggling free of its hide I was willing to...

“Patience!” My godson had retorted to his grandfather upon being pulled up for misbehaving Patience is a virtue, apparently One I need to work...

Some days the gut is just pulverized to a point where it’s wrenching From the inside out. From the very depths of the soul...

Write. Something dammit. Growl. Today has been chaotically busy and yet not wasted. But too chaotic for peace of mind. I have been doing...

I sought affirmation today On WhatsApp, with friends and peers On Facebook with followers and acquaintances On Instagram with grammers and influenzas I found...

He had become entertainment. He shouldn’t have, but he did. And I have only him to thank for it. It’s sad when friends become...

Today reeked Of greed, indulgence and indolence It smirked at the expanding waistline It guffawed at the privilege It was not a proud day...

Fallen petals Bruised lips Chapped fingertips A day that has worked but not Or can It is just another day Just some feelings, some...

Today was about challenges, progress and inspiration. I had my second dose of Sinopharm scheduled in the morning and I had to check on...