Some Bluebird
John McKernan

June 25, 2014


Has given a single feather
To this bluegrass meadow

Has given the blue sky
A few more million miles
Of immensity

Has given
The silence
Surrounding it
A new version of the blues

I saw the cat
Which ate the bird
This morning
And something like
The color blue

Crawled across its eyes


John McKernan grew up in Omaha Nebraska and is now a retired comma herder / Phonics Coach after teaching 41 years at Marshall University. He lives – mostly – in West Virginia where he edits ABZ Press. 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.

What motivates him to create:
“Many different things. 

Involuntary Memory is a powerful source of material which calls out to be made into a poem.

That curious mixture of longing-desire-wish-hope is another good cauldron with a poem or two bubbling in it.

Sometimes a poem will appear magically in a dream. Complete. There it is if I go and write it down.”