It’s too cold to be at the pool and I am far beyond wet dreams or maybe it is simply the fact that no girl has ever found me sexually appealing; no reason to get wet. On The Sails of Love… maybe if things were different, to make love and to be loved.
Continue ReadingWindows cracked, faces scorned, hearts so hollow, and hands so worn.
Continue ReadingA poetic version of a man born without legs.
Continue ReadingTwo legs have men
but four legs animals.
Limerick.
Continue ReadingBy Bryan Wegman.
Continue ReadingA funny little poem, about an everyday grooming habit.
Continue ReadingI just want to get lost in your hair and pass through the forest.
Continue ReadingThe process of eating crab legs is more than a meal, it’s an experience.
Continue ReadingMAN, SAND, MILK-MAN, POST BOX, GOD.
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