Owl Poetry & Prose

I painted my nails today. After a long time I actually made the effort coz I had bought a colour I liked. So I...

You’ve stolen so many people I know People I love Some I could never say goodbye to You haunt us all, like the shadow...

Black Velvet – Alannah Myles Bad boy – suave, damaged and oh so fucking appealing. Walking on Broken Glass – Annie Lennox Broken heart....

Exhausted pigeon. Or bloody fool. These were some of the ideas that flitted through my rather tired head. I had not slept enough. Last...

This Fortress is fortified The drawbridge is up, the rooms are manned The moat is full and the crocs are swimming No boats allowed,...

“Putha! Drink this!” Rani brought the Kola Kenda and handed it to her son Ranjan. She was wearing a printed housecoat with a mask...

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...