R & R Ramblings

Fictional Fingertip Tapping Tales…


Story telling

Sin’s Soulmate

Sin's Soulmate - R&R Ramblings


Was the demon at the steering wheel

on our detour to reshape the gates of hell.

I, impatient with passion,

was shadow chained to his sin.

With a halo of fire, nails carved symbols Continue reading “Sin’s Soulmate”


The Personal Ad


As Popeye,

I’m seeking a new Olive Oyl to sail a sea of endless sunsets.

Must have personality first & be willing to drive a boat. Continue reading “The Personal Ad”

Steel Night


“Just a bit more.” The long steel bar slid past the flat metal blades.

“Now swing on it.” As two sets of hands pulled, but nothing moved.

“All your weight, lads.” Continue reading “Steel Night”

Olympic Proportions

My new antenna (1 of 1)

“So, Ol’ mate fetches a round from the beer-fridge and a stubby rolls out and smashes.”

“Where were you?” His pen clicked, poised above the clipboard

“With the rest of the blokes standin’ round the barbie, just shattered watchin’ that wasted beer spread across the cracked concrete.”

“Over a spilt beer?”

“It was tragic.”

“I see,” loosening his necktie. “Go on, please.” Continue reading “Olympic Proportions”

Summer’s Unshackled Sands


“…But as the sun simmers its summer spin…”

An excerpt from “Summer’s Unshackled Sands” I wrote for Silver Birch Press found here:

Summer’s Unshackled Sands, poem by Mel A Rowe (BEACH AND POOL MEMORIES Poetry and Prose Series)

Hope you’ll enjoy it.

A Knight’s Birth

wintered tree 2 (1 of 1)

They fed

off others’ fear

polluting the atmosphere

like a sideshow of mirrored shrieks Continue reading “A Knight’s Birth”

The Halls of Parliament

Parliament House 1 (1 of 1)
Main foyer, Parliament House, Darwin, Northern Territory, Australia. (Last night)

“I’ve got no balls.”

“But, I’m stripped bare.” Continue reading “The Halls of Parliament”

Spyglass Spy

Spyglass sighted (1 of 1)

Like balancing on a tripwire,

floating in the blue space beyond a broken bridge, Continue reading “Spyglass Spy”

Hands In Mouth

Clown case 1 (1 of 1)

 “I’m not touching that.”

“Why not.” Continue reading “Hands In Mouth”

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