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 →
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