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”
“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”
“You can’t park here without a permit.”
“Bin’ comin’ ‘ere longer than ’em petty council laws were in place.” She hobbled down the steps clutching a walking stick. Continue reading “Painted Ruse”
“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”
“…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.
Kate awoke with a gasp, as the pulse surged through veins, and wiped the perspiration beads from her forehead. Tried to swallow the dry lump as she blinked at the red numbers, trapped in that space between asleep and awake. “Only a nightmare,” and turned off her alarm clock that never had a chance to blurt its awakening curse. She tried to ignore the lower gut-gnawing sensation of panicked fear that shivered along her spine. Continue reading “A Toasted Benediction”
They fed
off others’ fear
polluting the atmosphere
like a sideshow of mirrored shrieks Continue reading “A Knight’s Birth”
“I’ve got no balls.”
“But, I’m stripped bare.” Continue reading “The Halls of Parliament”
Like balancing on a tripwire,
floating in the blue space beyond a broken bridge, Continue reading “Spyglass Spy”
