The Beard
Poetry

The Beard

I decided to grow a beard. Not an unkempt hipster beard, or a bushy lumberjack beard, or a jolly Santa beard, -although lately, for reasons I can’t explain, I’ve been putting on weight and the idea of big white beard and a round tummy is quite appealing, I could look at children and give them … Continue reading

Wonderland
Poetry

Wonderland

“Attractions for adults,” a wooden fence, lewd youngsters at the knotholes. A scene long-repeated at amusement parks. I prefer more private forms of pleasure— subtle things, small, that only lead to excess over time. The look that becomes the stare. I need only one thrill ride. The touch that becomes the embrace. How you press … Continue reading