To Michelle Who’ll Spend Christmas in Iceland A poem by John Dorroh To Michelle Who’ll Spend Christmas in Iceland She’s flying through indigo prism into fire & ice, taunting her snow mane, her pledge -- leaving river breath behind. It... Continue Reading →
Writing a Poem about my Legs While I Wait for New Tires to be Mounted on My Car A poem by John Dorroh Writing a Poem about my Legs While I Wait for New Tires to be Mounted on My... Continue Reading →
A Reason to Leave Lake Charles The kitchen table stretches out for a mile into the next parish. Your morning lips consume half the rim of a coffee cup as you prepare to pour out your demands for the day.... Continue Reading →
Discussion with a Science Teacher: Fish in the Anus Mister, is it true that a fish can live in a cucumbers ass? and I didn’t know that cucumbers had assholes. I’ll never eat those again, Mister. Yes, it’s true. I... Continue Reading →
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