October 19, 2026
**Contains Triggers: Mentions of Child Death or Harm** We co-existed peacefully once, with hardly a sighting, but then something happened. The Chitids became aggressive, killing humans en masse — especially targeting our children.
October 3, 2026
I love a good first-person novel, and in this one, we follow the troubled Hannah as she navigates the loss of her fiancé. Hannah’s friend, Tess, suggests an unplugged wellness retreat in the desert, and gathers their friends together to make this retreat extra special.
July 18, 2026
Tapas Rueful is a quick read but each poem holds much depth. Each line could provoke lively discussions among people that live in that area; however, the beauty of the scenes invites all readers. The poems wrapped me, a foreigner to this land, in a warm blanket of mysterious outcomes and joyful freedom as the Ibis walked gently across the pages.
March 12, 2026
The Night Library of Sternendach reads as a mixture of Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Phantom of the Opera — revolving around the library at Castle Sternendach, the Graf’s home. The dance of words played in my mind’s eye with each new verse. All I needed was Andrew Lloyd Webber to write the music. I’ve already cast the show for him, if he’ll but ask.
December 23, 2025
On the First Day of Christmas, my stomach asked of me: a baked ham inside a turkey…
December 22, 2025
“I just wanted to drop this package off for Mr. Gar. He will know what to do with it.” The man tapped his nose, winked, and began to walk out of the store. Before he left, he turned and smiled radiantly. “I do believe I feel the warmth of this store returning. It’s been too cold for too long.”
October 30, 2025
**Trigger warning: Sexual assault** “I Said Nothing”. Poem by Amanda Valerie Judd. Performed by Sue Cook. Directed and Edited by Rita Mock-Pike for the MockingOwl Roost. […]
October 30, 2025
Boney fingers reach to clutch heart and hands.
A gasp of surprise, and then gone! As he whirls them into the ether.
October 28, 2025
The skies are our seas now, with no grasp of Earth that we canna plunder. Shudder in your bed ye landlubbers! You call us pirates, but we are ghosts, ghouls, bodysnatchers, aliens.
October 25, 2025
I cried to the moon goddess, Nyx, as the night began to wane.
“Goddess can you hear me?
The night is cold, and I need a guide —
One who will fill the path with light and power.”
October 24, 2025
A Bountiful Silence enables the reader to become deeply involved with Muro’s poetry to the point where, regardless of the trials of their day, the vibrant intensity of his words helps them to focus on the beauty around them. God knows we need that right now!
October 22, 2025
“Haunted!” she cried as she ran to her car. The sound of your laughter echoing in the empty building.