Front Porch Review
A literary magazine for the young at heart and mind

Proximity generates
enough atmospherics
to vaporize the room.
The hair stands erect.
The blood’s goal driven.

Yet, at longer range
the bombardment
falls short.
The hair lies down.
The groin nods off.

Consensual chemicals
can set fire to a room,
but the mix is too thin
to crackle and blaze
down I-5 like a fuse.

By Fain Rutherford

Fain Rutherford and his family of origin moved frequently. Between kindergarten and twelfth grade, he went to ten different schools. After that, four years at the same university in Virginia felt luxuriously stable. Over the years he has worked as a soldier, lawyer, university administrator, rock-climbing guide and wilderness survival instructor. Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, he began writing poetry. Still dealing with the shock, he currently resides in the high desert of Washington State. In lieu of pursuing a low-residency MFA, he is engaged in the high-residency project of raising two young daughters. His most recent work appears, or is scheduled to appear, in Apeiron Review, Connotation Press, Eunoia Review, Front Porch Review, Poetry Quarterly, Right Hand Pointing, Subliminal Interiors and Tidepools 2013. His e-mail address: