Red Sourdough Ancient cutting board pitted knife English country plates Nervously cut toasted golden sourdough Olive oil mayo slathered like meringue Drizzling lemon puddles filling mayo crevices Ripe juicy tomatoes sliced thick dripping blood Steel grinds pepper fine infusing tomato membranes Grated...

Background Refrain The refrain in the background “Heroin” grabs my backbone, I sit straight up my left fingers reaching to caresses industrial tan monitor shell. Lips pursed moving closer to the digital screen connecting me to the universe. Tongue licking glass trying to get in. Again “Heroin”...

Sitting in a corner bar wishing things had been different with you On my knee Randy the lush parodies  Marilyn Monroe, asking if I’ll buy her another drink Not wanting to feel those pesky lonely feelings I snap my fingers, for another round A Credence cover band blasts out a respectable Susie-Q I...

Crap Crap Crap Crap crap crap that’s all this is my editor yelled. Day after day you come in here with these light weight stories and you expect me to publish them, what’s wrong with you? He sneered What’a mean lite weight stories, I write about heart break, romance and unrequited love Shit man...

a bit of flash and a bit of poetry… entitled Oh Come On! What’da mean what am I saying I don’t need no sing song rhythm to get past the wax You understood me when I said your fat So slow to get out the door, always stopping to breathe You know what I mean, you know what I mean Stop the show...

Hydrant water glistens Painting rainbow summer sky Children laugh ha ha SHARETHIS.addEntry({ title: "from Concrete City collection", url: "http://www.washthebowl.com/2008/08/03/from-concrete-city-collection/" });

Kitchen Sink My favorite summertime window is at the kitchen sink, sometimes I stand there for hours after all the bowls are washed. Through the rusted screen a breeze caress my face, softly shaping my mouth into a smile. Briefly everything melts away leaving only the moment in which to dwell. The tree...