Owl Poetry & Prose

Gaea is what the ancient Greeks called the Earth. Mother. A bringer of life and fertility. A nurturer and a powerful entity. Perhaps we...

Today the big red eyed bird took Craig the Katussa away. I was shocked to see the fellow struggling in the beak of the...

Standing in the aisle was the white haired man with a red & white striped shirt, blue jeans with an empty plastic water bottle...

Birthdays are often bittersweet. Many hate aging, many feel it reminds them of what could be and yet, there are those who love it...

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...