All Poets Have an Alpha & Omega Poem: Here’s Mine

by John Dorroh Let me see the speckled trout that droppedinto your lap. The lemon butter sauce splayed out on your dress, two capers for eyes, swimmingup into the mysterious channel. Fish has to be preparedjust right, and most of the time it’s not. Professionalchefs tell us that it’s easy. It’s like driving to Bumfuck,Florida. It’s easy only if you’ve Read More