I was born and raised in Shreveport Louisiana, the Boot State. My most fond memories were when we moved from the city to the country on a six-acre farm in Blanchard. Back in the sixties, it was definitely a Hog Waller town. Our street turned from asphalt to dirt, a logging road. That’s where my two brothers and I had our more exciting adventures. I don’t know how far the woods went but they were filled with forest and clear creeks. Sadly, it’s all residential housing now.
What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?
I’ve lived in Southern California now for about 30 years. Of course, there are the beaches and mountains, but with the exception of one granddaughter living in Houston Texas, I will have to say my grandkids. They’re the most unconditionally loving and compassionate adults I know.
What turns you on creatively?
Mostly folklore, books, movies, and digging into my grandkids imaginations. While being operated on via FaceTime with my granddaughter, Piper, I told her that I wrote a Christmas story about her thinking she would get excited. She simply said, “Um huh. Now close your eyes, you’re supposed to be asleep while I suck the parasites out of your brain.” I closed my eyes and thought, I wonder if there’s a macabre story in there somewhere?
What is your favorite word, and can you use it in a poetic sentence?
I love the word/s ‘free-spirited’. But since that’s technically two words I’ll go with ‘uninhibited’. I can’t think of anything better than what Dianne Reeves sings in her song, ‘Over the Weekend’.
‘High on a mountain top Time and the world will stop, I know what I’ll find Love uninhibited, nothing prohibited If it’s insane I don’t care, let me lose my mind’
What is your pet peeve?
At my marinated age of 61, I don’t have many, if any. My mom has tried her best to teach us to love unconditionally, as much as is humanly possible. My sarcasm I learned from my dad who I consider a master at it. He taught me that there is very little that is sacred and can’t be laughed at. So between the love and laughter, the peeves pretty much stay at bay. Then there are my grandkids.
What defines Bruce Rowe?
A man in the mirror question, huh? Not in this order but, I Love to be creative, I Love my grandkids and I Love my family. See what I did there? Nah, me neither. Did I mention my grandkids?
Bruce Rowe was born and raised in Shreveport La. where he gained an affinity for wildlife. His curiosity of how life would be in the forest if animals behaved as humans prompted him to write, The Chrysalis and the Creatures of the Highlands. He has had short stories published at Spillwords.com, Dastaanworld and Cafelit. ‘The Rider’, his first short story, was nominated Publication of the Month at Spillwords in October 2018. As well, ‘Grandfather’s Clock’ was a featured piece at Spillwords. ‘The Lonely Traveler’ received a special mention at Cafelit. He has been nominated twice as Author of the month at Spillwords. His poem, 'Twiggy Thin', is published in Clarendon House Publication’s, Poetica. His story, 'Hair of the Dog', is published in Zombie Works Publication, Monsterthology 2. He presently lives in Oceanside California where he spends his time writing, body surfing and playing guitar.