October 12, 2023

Bath Time

The first time I went to a convocation, I felt I could die of joy. My hummingbird heart, an anxious pet, sang a dawn song. It wasn’t the entrance hymn, “O For A Thousand Tongues To Sing.” It wasn’t the chancellor in his indigo-velvet cap and doily collar, although his literal orb and scepter made me weak and strong. It wasn’t the presence of so much earnestness, furnish me though it did with purpose and pleasure.
April 15, 2022

The MockingOwl Roost Volume II, Issue 2: Discovery

This issue features a variety of fiction, poetry, serialized fiction, essays, artwork, photography and more from contributors the world over. Please read, enjoy, and share with others who would enjoy the works herein.