February 2, 2026
He is stout and portly, as he tells the future shortly. He’s a bit of a coward, preparing to run when, at the Knob, he first sees the sun.
December 25, 2025
Will it snow on Christmas Eve?
I think somehow it might,
but only if we’re all asleep,
and Santa’s in flight.
December 24, 2025
I’m tired of the suburbs
of ugly concrete views.
I’m exhausted by windows
that look on parking lots
and buildings dressed in drab gray
December 5, 2025
When Mary’s babe was born, the visitors were three,
Rich were the gifts they brought and gave on bended knee…
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 20, 2025
And the flowers trampled, they’re still growing / And the heart that I broke is still beating.
October 12, 2025
Hello again Autumn. I thought it was you.When I opened the windows like I always doThe curtains went wild, dancing into the room.Arms sprouting goosebumps, I […]
September 12, 2025
We're told to hide away,
don't discuss,
never show,
never acknowledge.
Except alone,
in hidden corridors,
secret passageways
where only "our kind" might tread.
March 1, 2025
She was dragged behind you, always taking small and hesitant steps.
Her wrists were wrapped in ragged string. Broken and repaired with her own hands.
Each time the string would snap, she’d find some way to piece it back together.
She was always wrapped up in her head, it drove her crazy, she labeled herself unlovable.
January 24, 2025
This is not my first time at the shut-in rodeo. I saw my agoraphobicmother struggle, suffer during my early 1970s adolescence, preparingme well for the day […]
May 28, 2024
There are two light bulbs shining in the room
like two fixed eyes in a reflection.
Already the person has disappeared
and there is a thud in your head.
It’s like the sound of time passing.
It’s like the echo that would reach you
in advance of your own future death.
May 24, 2024
There isn’t a way to be both known and invisible, to be seen and hide the secret stories, in a misspent sacrifice that protects others…