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Dream Protector

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The truth in lies break the ties of time

to travel to the first mistake

remembering the last & what’s at stake.

To go to the edge of nothing, and to the edge everything of something, Continue reading “Dream Protector”

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The House of Hurt

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I was once this country mouse in a big city house

blending in by wearing masks of tusks and feathers.

It’s where we’d met, smoking sunflowers, Continue reading “The House of Hurt”

Sin’s Soulmate

Sin's Soulmate - R&R Ramblings

He

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

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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

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“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

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“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,” he replied, loosening his necktie. “Go on, please.”

“So, he’s cleaning it up. When a piece of glass stabbed straight through his rubber thong, makin’ him flap like an unsynchronised swimmer trying to get it out. That caused the caged lorikeet to squawk like an uncivilised-spectator in the final seconds of the rowing race. Which scared the chooks off the veranda and into the gum tree. That woke the possum up, causin’ him to fall from his perch and land on the satellite dish, clinging to the TV antenna like a banned Russian gymnast moonlighting as a pole dancer. But the pole broke, sendin’ the possum into the next tree. So then the antenna rolls off the roof, ripping out the power cables, where it all lands like a mislaid Rugby-scrum in front of this cheeky wallaby eatin’ the missus flowers. He made a mess of her flowers.”

“What did, the wallaby or the dish?”

“Um…” Thumbing up his Akubra’s rim.

“Where’s the satellite dish?”

“Well, somehow those cables hitched onto the wallaby. Should’ve seen it! Swear it broke the world record sprinting across the paddock and hurdled that barbed wire fence higher than any pole-vaulter.  Where the cables got caught, launching that antenna like a javelin for its final swan dive into the dam as green as the divin’ pool in Rio. And that’s where the satellite dish is now.”

The insurance assessor shook his head as he mumbled, “a possum caused all this damage?”

“Technically, it started from a wasted beer. Tragic it was. So, my insurance gonna cover that too?”

(300 words)

Author’s note:

For my overseas readers who may not understand some of the Aussie lingo used in the above:

Wallaby: is a smaller cousin to the Kangaroo

Akubra: a wide-brimmed hat and an Australian icon.

Thongs: rubber-soled footwear that’s not to be confused with the underwear.

Stubby: a beer bottle containing the same liquid volume as a beer can.

Blokes: a gathering of the male species that is known to cry over spilt beer.

Barbie: Is not a doll, but a barbecue,  that usually involves one bloke burning food while supervised by all other blokes in the area.

A Round: known as a shout. It’s when one bloke fetches a beer and automatically supplies a fresh cold beer for all the other blokes that are busy supervising the barbie. This is a must-do and part of the unspoken Blokes’ rules.

Possums: do sleep in trees, are nocturnal, and have a habit of falling out of trees in their sleep. They are not to be confused with the Drop-bears. (*giggles)

No animals were harmed during this episode. But, as for the beer, blokes, and the barbie…

 

Summer’s Unshackled Sands

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“…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

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They fed

off others’ fear

polluting the atmosphere

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

The Halls of Parliament

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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”

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