after watching Episode 10 of Maid When there isn’t an instruction book on how to raise your mother, when her eyebrows lose their ability to arch with emotion, when everything you do ends in the crapper, there is always a hole, a crack in the back of the sofa to accommodate your soul. You will […]
John Dorroh
John Dorroh travels as often as possible. He inevitably ends up in other peoples’ kitchens exchanging culinary tidbits and telling tall tales. Once he baked bread with Austrian monks and drank a healthy portion of their beer. Six of his poems were nominated for Best of the Net. Others have appeared in over 100 journals, including Feral, North of Oxford, River Heron, Wisconsin Review, Kissing Dynamite, and El Portal. He had two chapbooks published in 2022. He lives in rural Illinois, USA, near St. Louis.
Even Though My Ulna Popped out of the Skin When I Fell off the 6th-grade Monkey Bar…
1. I want it all back, my playground where I was catapulted through the air, six feet off the ground, landing on my left arm, exposing gray bone, nerve & artery paralleling my fifth-grade universe. Mrs. Harrison calls my dad who’s walking out the door to go fishing on his only day off. Instead of […]