Articles by John Dorroh
Poem
No Secrets on Islands
(2018-03-05) poem unrhymed
"...It's more than a crap shoot..."
Missed Opportunities
(2018-04-09) poem unrhymed
"...The miracle was not in the fact that she always knew
that there was a man living in her house..."
Dirty Martini
(2018-05-07) poem unrhymed
"...The dark gray cloud bank rolled over the hill from St. Louis..."
Moving to Asheville
(2018-06-11) poem unrhymed
"...whatever you need to make your journey..."
The Martini
(2018-07-09) poem unrhymed
"...hidden treasures that I found..."
Bike Ride
(2018-12-24) poem unrhymed
"...what lies in the
murky water 40 feet below
the bridge..."
Radio, Trains, and Bourbon
(2019-03-11) poem unrhymed
"...to bars where locals didn't look up when he came in..."
My Tiny Dancer Isn't Using Her Belly Today
(2019-12-02) poem unrhymed
"...It is the best Friday night we've had in too many months..."
Deli Diesel & Beer
(2020-01-06) poem unrhymed
"...the day-old doughnuts with greasy chocolate and
coagulated pink sprinkles don't call my name..."
Ashland Blues
(2020-04-13) poem unrhymed
"...your trip, your last vacation ever..."
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