Goodbye James! — Drifted, parted — gone Riding your own wave in awe So you did, dear James! Your paradise¹ of Sun, sea, sand, coconut trees, Eudaimonia³! Tonight we gather In honour of your candour for that one last bow Remembered fondly You will be, gallant comrade Always, friend, always! Viraji Ogodapola ©…

by morning light — When the heavens cascade in spells magic the light that I catch, shall be mine — alone spare my one dawn, from tolling bells tragic brew my spirit tender — warmly forlorn dice on a roll, life to whittle — borne in grace, down the steppes of teal mint leaves fresh steal my sight, feast my…

by the orb of charms — wait for me.. for moments subtle, when words failed us soaring high, elated — in tended spirits to glide along the winds free hold my hand, feel my touch read my palm, one last time for the lines of destiny we outdrew.. wait with me… to strain the rain, from sky…

beings — we draw lines… parallel ‘n alongside the many poisons of corporeal existence staining junctures now ‘n then with some legs crossing over the borders in time… coming together to draw certain conclusions… we know to connect the dots disavowed ‘n tainted vague by few obscure truths manifested in humble clusters harbouring bloated…

by the rains — a veil seen.. unseen winds that chill — and not notions unfurled, whimsied I see you there — and not. drown the trails, blurred dreams to splatter in yonder hold the skies, reign the rains till it’s time to wander, not. Viraji Ogodapola © May, 2023.

The Howling Owl Anniversary Celebrations — Following up on The Screech from Zay last week, we are now ready with the list of nominations for our Reader’s Choice Awards 2023 — hoot! hoot! We set out to make way for an uplifting platform for sharing our craft at a pace comfortable to us. Somehow, we seem…

between breaths — At the beginning I used to look for something in between the breaths. Often it was some quiet peace, a composed calm or a little unperturbed serenity. Instead, I was almost always confronted with agitated feelings, wavering thoughts and a drifting mind. …

herring’s tale — Time’s done, for those who seek, of that, I leave no qualms bleak azure skies, farther than the birds would ever reach.. here for the herring’s tale, come I, today hic et nunc.. tired eyes these, mine sore gorged gory in feed, forced devoid much yet, of vision freed your sight, binding…

everybody knows… — ¹It goes like this, the fourth, the fifth the falls, the lulls and the mum savage (yeah!) — the song — pecking, irking, kissing hearts. ²You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew her You can please the lord, much less the mortal heart, coded…