September 23, 2024
Once upon a time, a gang of dark horse Bronze Age thugs huddled in the belly of a hulking hobby horse, tricking their Trojan enemies into accepting a monstrous gift.
September 22, 2024
These cold rains don’t stop amid the hot dreams. Nature will disappear in ignorance.
September 20, 2024
As Trigonos the Soothsayer shambled his way to the pre-race paddock, no one would have ever guessed that he was born to be a winner. He […]
September 19, 2024
I can imagine myself as anyone or anything embracing weeds as well as peonies,
letting them simmer with contemplation
September 17, 2024
Ignore my calls to stay hidden. Drag me out from behind this cobweb-scribbled door. I'll pretend to be surprised when you scream in elation, when you hold your trophy close to your heart. Find me.
September 16, 2024
September 15, 2024
Welcome to the first prize winners issue of the MockingOwl Roost - the Prized Myths and Fairy Tales of the MockingOwl Roost. This beautiful collection of fairy tale and mythology-based flash fiction, micro-essays, and haiku/tanka sequence pieces come from authors around the world.
September 12, 2024
In the woods we are borders of our own creation, a witness to a different scene translations from black to white…
September 9, 2024
Sometimes he shows me off, making friends for us wherever we go. When I have to be without him, he will look at me, as if asking: “Must you really?”
September 2, 2024
The path may not be the one you envisioned, But that doesn't mean it's devoid of purpose. Motherhood is a school in itself, A crash course in fierce love and unwavering devotion.
September 1, 2024
As I pulled out the GPS, memories surfaced of Nat navigating the streets of New York decades earlier. Navigating the streets of every country we’d travelled in. He always used to say he carried maps in his head and if he needed to find the right direction, he simply lifted his mind above the car, looked down on the streets and visualised the right route.
August 31, 2024
