Bob Dylan, "Tangled Up in Blue" "And every one of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off of every page, like it was written in my soul."

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Poem: Behind the mask

Poem: Behind the mask

  Behind the mask By Patrick T. Reardon   (mask)   Behind the museum glass, a polished marble scream, frozen, with large round eye openings, pale stone, gray as smoke, worn in ritual by one with sharp edge, honed for soft flesh...

Poem: “Go”

Poem: “Go”

  Go By Patrick T. Reardon In remembrance of Maggie Roche, Ben Scheinkopf, George Kresovich and David Reardon     Right onto Cermak from Harlem to go west, listening to the dead singer’s song from when she was young, from when I...

Poem:  The lost tribes, part 3

Poem: The lost tribes, part 3

  The lost tribes, part 3 By Patrick T. Reardon   The lost tribes found me alone as she and he stared into each other’s eyes. They found me with drool chafing my chin, a clump of flesh that nervoused her, carried by him like a bag of...

Poem: Word

Poem: Word

Word By Patrick T. Reardon   Declaw the lion King to a plaster saint. Declaw Lincoln to a penny. Declaw Francis to a birdbath.   Declaw the man with nails in his wrists. Pull claws from humbly proffered hands. Pull teeth. Pull the skin...