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: 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...