Poem: “Family package”

Poem: “Family package”

    Family package   By Patrick T. Reardon   I left my phone on the back seat of a taxi, and, when I borrowed one from a cornrowed woman, gap-toothed, the voice answering was my dead Mother telling me it served me right...

Poem:  Communion of saints

Poem: Communion of saints

    Communion of saints By Patrick T. Reardon     Under the red Christmas tree, she arranges a communion of saints.   In the DMV line, a communion of saints: two teenagers in love.   A communion of saints, electric...