May 23, 2022

John Dorroh



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

" 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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John Dorroh
John Dorroh

John Dorroh taught writing based science for several decades. He required his students to use their imagination...a lot. Many of them thanked him later (with beers) for helping them think out of the box.

His poetry has appeared in Red Fez, Indigent Press, Dime Show Review, Tuck, Eunoia Press, Setu, Piker Press and others. He splits his time between Illinois and Mississippi.