An Elegant and Whimsical Moment: Review of Harney & Sons Tower of London Tea
I have a thing for British tea. After Scottish Breakfast Tea for January and English Afternoon Tea for February, I wanted to try something with a more colorful flavor profile. So when I bumped into Harney & Sons Tower of London Tea, I immediately decided this was the one to try for March.
My World
“My, gentlemen, this woman fancies herself an explorer of new worlds — how amusing!” A deep, low humming and grumbling of men dressed in fine waistcoats and alabaster shirts echoed through the room.
25-Minutes Fasted Caffeinated Cardio – Positivity Corner
My morning cardio routine – could be good for you. Trying caffeinated, fasted low-impact cardio.
The Gold Persimmon, a Book Review
The Gold Persimmon by Lindsay Merbaum is riveting and surreal. At times, I found myself so caught up in the characters’ actions that it actually took my breath away, and had me yelling at my Kindle. This book was not what I was expecting from its title.
Fragrance of a Rose, Part 3
She’s so far away, Rebecca thinks. If I could take her into my arms and hold her forever, I would. But she’s so far away.
Quarterly & Special Issues
Submissions next open from June 1 to August 31 2024
December 20, 2024
A favourite Christmas eve memory,from child to adulthood,was the stirring in the largecream bowl, the ingredientsof the Christmas pud. Mum loved this moment,all hands on the […]
December 17, 2024
A frozen time brings hush and heavy snowto fall over the silver fir;to love Christmas, to be snowed upwhile singing hymns of faith–no bees to fly […]
December 15, 2024
Welcome to the final issue of the MockingOwl Roost in 2024! Music & Light brings together the joys and changing delights of music and light. Enjoy […]
December 14, 2024
Let’s take a moment to pauseand think of poor, old Mrs. Claus.She once was lively and youngand had difficulty holding her tongue.At times she herselfwas quite […]
December 12, 2024
Our memories are fickle thingsthat time disintegrates;we’re left with snapshots that we stringtogether, weaving lace. The tightest loops play back with ease,releasing dopamine,evoking whiffs of deli […]
December 11, 2024
When I was littleLike the little ones here todayI used to wish that Christmas was everydayCouldn’t wait to see what recitation I had to sayAnd the […]
December 1, 2024
Come, snow!Dance across my window and carry my soul to the heavens.I am so tired of this fight andneed the feel of lace and sweetness across […]
November 28, 2024
My gratitude flows free this morn,for blessings doth abound;from grandparents to babies born,familial love surrounds. An open ear or warm embrace,a laugh or helping hand;we all […]
November 20, 2024
A sharp push made her trip over her long skirt and stumble to the counter. “Go on, Nellie,” her mother hissed. “You serve him.” Flushing under […]
November 17, 2024
On a white May morning, my neighbour, an honourable secretary of our residents’ welfare association, is watering his small outdoor garden with a hose pipe. Among […]
November 15, 2024
Our final special issue of 2024 is here – an issue inspired by submissions discussing this challenging topic of domestic violence. Within its pages you’ll find […]
November 13, 2024
Like a sea eagle perched on the cliff side, there sits a shop on the northernmost point of Kangaroo Island. A hooded figure walks the long, […]
November 5, 2024
My friend lives among numbers. They stand at her door in unwavering lines
guarding and guiding her time. She knows every date in the history book...
November 3, 2024
But the next morning, to her amazement, a stray found its way to her doorstep and into her arms. From that day on, she was convinced of magic and the power of her wishes.
Every year, on the night of her birthday, she’d close her eyes and make a wish at exactly 11:11. It started innocently at first – “Tell me the answers to tomorrow’s test”, “Make me popular at school”, “Jack should ask me out on a date” – and with every wish, she failed to see the repercussions her undeserving victories brought.
November 2, 2024
Faint music blends with a disembodied ringing of a phone and conversations too low to make out a white noise
October 31, 2024
I was 12 that year, and my friends and I dressed up in our costumes and went trick-or-treating up and down the elevators… Every neighborhood has a witch, an old person every kid avoids, out of fear of something we couldn’t exactly grasp at 12. They were so foreign to my Yankees-loving, Keds-wearing self – their thick Yiddish accents, their mouths and ears seemingly oversized for their faces, the women smelling like talcum, the men of spittle and phlegm. But the scariest of them all was Mrs. Pincus, apartment 12B.
October 28, 2024
Jane made a wish that was big as the stars, on the day that the Golmyrie passed by her town. The wish was for Father to make it back whole, and Jimmie and Ted too (if God would be kind). Jane’s wish never came. But the Golmyrie did.
October 26, 2024
“You have won a luxurious casket with a choice of satin interior lining; solid Mahogany construction in a polished natural finish with elegantly rounded corners. It comes with brushed bronze handles and a matching pillow. But that’s not all; you will also enjoy a prime site in the Restland cemetery.”
October 25, 2024
I cried, “Why didn’t they listen years ago when she said it was in her lungs?”
“Woman hush – I am the radiologist and it’s normal.”
His words, like dung, running downstream to pollute the water of life.
October 24, 2024
The stinging rain came in where the old wooden roof had blown away years ago on the ancient ruins of the castle on the hill. George the ghost lived here, where he performed his job of protecting his wife and children and giving them a happy home. At the beginning of every year, the wind was fierce and the air icy cold inside the castle.