Poem: Saw you at the hop

Poem: Saw you at the hop

Saw you at the hop By Patrick T. Reardon   I was nine when I saw you through open eighth grade door — before you went to Army, to Europe, to Normandy Beach a week after D-Day, and hernia, and British nurse Betsie, and Germany, the camp...

Poem: “Goddess Dementia”

Poem: “Goddess Dementia”

  Goddess Dementia By Patrick T. Reardon   Goddess Dementia, come, waltz with me down gray floors, along sour green walls, through Muzak air.   Undress me in my doorless room. One button at a time, unfasten my pajama top, unbutton...

Poem: Bridge

Poem: Bridge

  Bridge By Patrick T. Reardon   My first job landed on me like a ton of children on my four-hundred-and-twenty-eighth day.  It began with my brother.  Two sisters followed. Two more brothers. Eight more sisters.  The first leads...

List: Ten albums

List: Ten albums

  I just finished one of those challenges on Facebook, this one wanting me on consecutive days to post an image of an album that influenced my musical taste, without comment. Here, in alphabetical order, is the full list, with a tiny comment...

Poem: Lamentation

Poem: Lamentation

  Lamentation   By Patrick T. Reardon   Let Israel now say, let Aaron now say, give thanks, mercy endures, mystery forever his majesty.   Bulleted chaste gazelle, backyard cement, clot-blood hosed onto yellow winter grass...