Running Barbasol

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, with promise. How I’ve wished to join those vanquished hopes following them down the drain of my corroded mind. Routine has become a prison and I have …

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A Letter Arrived

My first thought when the letter arrived was you. I wanted to rush and grab your arms shaking you with excitement, as I’ve always threatened to do. But your not here Dear so and so we would like to publish your story in our journal next month. I looked up from the printed words wondering …

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Petulant

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/02/petulant.mp3[/podcast] I fall upon the rivers edge, snow cold cocoon enveloping me frozen fingers writing in snow, can’t erase the pain I feel, can’t erase this mistake in my life of mistakes, ancient frozen upon the river, no bridge to the other side, no bridge to cross to you. I see you standing there, your …

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Slice Of Time

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads//2009/01/sliceoftime.mp3[/podcast] Through our window suns rays careen off the dust particles amplifying dreams till your breathing softly jolts me into some kaleidoscope awakening. My legs entwined with yours, our mouths sharing spit dripping to me from you and back again. Deeply I inhale your precious smells a mixing of perfume, sweat and sleep into one …

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God’s Canvas

[podcast]http://www.washthebowl.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/godscanvas.mp3[/podcast] Out my window I watched snow smoothing out the landscape, gently making soft, humanities edges, brushing on an open canvas where all possibilities existed. A blank slate created in front of my eyes calling me to create any dream, to bring forth a new Genesis. It was dazzling to witness  angels on bent knees …

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