Owl Poetry & Prose

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...

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...