Surround me with food magazines
and fig newtons. Pour me a tall glass
of something wet and prop my body up
with two pillows in the bed. Cut the cord
and set me free. Let it rain. Let it rain hard.
Leave me alone so I can flower and pollinate
John Dorroh thinks too much. He analyzes too much. And cooks and eats and drinks too much. He has always made "pro-and-con" lists to help him make better decisions. Sometimes that method just doesn't work. "Should I go to Iceland to live two months or to a small villa in Tuscany? Or stay home and write?" Two of his poems were nominated for Best of the Net. Others have appeared in fine journals such as Feral, Os Pressan, Burningword, and River Heron. His first chapbook will be published in 2022.