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

This glider
Is insured against all accidents

You will notice
How your name resembles several cities
On the lost continent of Atlantis

To the left is a string of years
Smeared with light
Their shadows glued to them
Calendars crazed with desire

Waiting to pop out of the pine trees
Your casket & a paper grocery bag
Are ready to go to war
For your sentences & the dust
Which is you    On the window

By John McKernan

John McKernan – who grew up in Omaha, Nebraska – is now a retired comma herder after teaching forty-one years at Marshall University. He lives – mostly – in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press. He writes because he is addicted to words which present emotion as reality His most recent book is a selected poems Resurrection of the Dust. He has published poems in The Atlantic Monthly, The Paris Review, The New Yorker, Virginia Quarterly Review, The Journal, Antioch Review, Guernica, Field and many other magazines. His e-mail address: John McKernan