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

Suddenly all the divorce-court-
property disputes, "How could you
have…?" "Not interested!,"
"I happen to have found a
new...," gone, all in our late
seventies, me looking like a
nineteenth-century tweeded
Londoner again, just resurrected
from the grave, my two ex-
and one still-married wives
looking like Pride and Prejudice,
Ozark Queens, my own Grandma
Mary with her long skirts and flat
black shoes, long white perfectly
flat-out combed hair, a little coffee
at Big Apple Bagel or "Let's try
The Tuba Gallery for dinner, I
love their salads," a Verdehr (violin)
Votapek (piano) concert, or just
the perfect back porch time, the
main thing the years of selves
shared, rejected, now starving for
again.

By Hugh Fox

Hugh Fox was raised in Chicago studying violin and classical music composition from age five on, opera, ballet, painting, and writing. He has spent his life on the same paths set up for him as a kid – only as a writer of poetry, novels, criticism, and archaeology; he married a Peruvian. Latest books: Gesangvoll/Songful (Pudding House Chapbook Series), The Place of the Yellow Woodpecker (Drill Press in Texas), and Where Sanity Begins (Cervena Barva Press).