Owl Poetry & Prose

Chris was staring over the newspapers at his wife Nimani. She was still at the dining table clearing the breakfast things. Chris was relaxing...

I am the woman of my country The product of ‘culture’, of history of a nation The result of procreation The manufactured playground of...

Adam was being his usual self. He was playing keyboards for their band ‘Revolution’ and they were half way through their Friday night gig...

“He is one of the nicest guys I know. Such a gentleman. Rare breed you know. These days with all these uncouth fellows around.”...

A viral ball of proteins spikes Came trundling down the way It knows no season, it knows no reason, yet, Takes residence in most...

Nishi, Thilanki and Freya decided to randomly meet up for dinner on a good ol Sunday night. Freya was feeling lazy at home but...

I never asked coz it never occurred to me then, but what was it like for you to be in a medium that was...

The boss was coming. Everyone quickly ran back to their places because he could be ‘difficult’ if he felt that the staff was not...

‘We are proud of our associates and stand by them’ Associate by name, given thus by those who claim To care, to share, to...