November 21, 2023
“Careful,” she said and held him back. “When I was young, on a summer evening like this, there were hundreds of fireflies. It was like we were walking among the stars. There aren’t so many now.”
September 1, 2023
I haven’t spoken to my sister in ten, fifteen, maybe twenty-five years — it depends what you count as ‘spoke’, I suppose — but still I wonder nearly every other day where she put the gun. The one we got from the unicorn.
August 18, 2023
You weren’t in the casual class pictures that we took from time to time, or so I thought. You were not friends with my friends. I don’t think you had any, really. But I was at the front each time. And yet, somehow, I met you one day.
January 6, 2023
"Could I have a look at the Meissen porcelain figurines?" He had a slight accent. He pointed to the shelf. There were about ten figures displayed.
He carefully took one of them in his trembling hands, a shepherdess with a lamb, and carefully put it back in slow motion.
April 15, 2021
The second issue of the MockingOwl Roost: Dreams. Enjoy poetry, fiction, essays, interviews, lyrics, and more!