Of the many vivid memories that help shape who I’ve become, it’s the memories from the dinner table which I cherish most, an eager little boy listening to everything embracing all that was said. I’d watch all the hands and mouths going a

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/09/runningbarbasol.mp3 The razor’s dull blade chafed skin beneath snow white Barbasol mimicking the unevenness that marked my failed life. Each nick reminding me of dreams long ago blushing pregnant, w

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/08/rednoses.mp3 I exist this moment upon unforgiving sidewalks neatly stepping along rolled out concrete ribbons, my feelings confined by bounding brick limestone apartments soaring high in the blue sky.

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/08/inanycorner.mp3 My father taught me it’s acceptable when outside to pee in any corner I find convenient, the only caveat, make sure no one is watching. Barely twelve when I received this liberating

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/08/umbrellafading.mp3 Bus stop in the rain you walked away splashed by a car won’t call again shoes wet don’t understand missed bus love lost umbrella bounces downtown alone heartache heartache a coo

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/07/yellowlineRV.mp3 Ellen inhaled the stainless aesthetic, then slowly exhaling, savored the anticipation washing over her. The vendor folded back the stainless doors releasing the sacred aroma into a cl

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/07/lingeringtaste.mp3 Feeling crept into awareness, subtle flavor I nearly missed lingers on my tongue. Alone I stand starring at the mirror, my face starring back at me. Flushed red frowning, puffy ange

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/07/therewasaknockatthedoor.mp3 Startled minds ramp into flaring comatose consciousness, jump starting sight, adjusting hearing, grabbing the one next to you, shaking her, wake up wake up something’s ha

http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/05/icedgrease.mp3 On soft cotton sheets, fresh with spring air, Franny dropped her robe, edging herself onto the bed. With her finger tips she placed warm bacon upon her inner thighs, letting juices drib

sometimes you can wrap your brain around a tune even if you only have half a brain hanging out of half a head that was shot off in some violent confrontation… this is that tune. My best friend can do anything It’s true My best friend will say every