John DoironinPromptly WrittenThe Mail WomanOutfit swapping during the annual Christmas bashDec 28, 2021Dec 28, 2021
John DoironinPromptly WrittenSaving Him AgainA promise not to let myself goDec 28, 20214Dec 28, 20214
John DoironBlindnessBranson ran into the sanctuary one humid night and kneeling at the olive-wood cross smacked his face into an open Bible, ink mingling with…Nov 2, 20216Nov 2, 20216
John DoironLoveThere’s a secret in the rain, that when it falls it feels like thumbtacks on my skin. There’s a whisper in the way you walk; at times I’ve…Nov 2, 20211Nov 2, 20211
John DoironWhat You DoYou carry me through self-hatred and anger, brown-eyed beauty. You always search for the greater good. If any will suffer, no, you won’t…Nov 2, 2021Nov 2, 2021
John DoironinThe JunctionAutumn LeafMaple autumn leaf — deep vermilion burning in tandem with thousands of bright kin.Nov 1, 2021Nov 1, 2021
John DoironCynic’s SongMan’s heart is a sieve and it’s an evil thing, the way they sharpen their knives in the public square — there in the dark of mind behind…Oct 28, 20212Oct 28, 20212
