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Poem: July 10, 1981

Poem: July 10, 1981

  July 10, 1981   By Patrick T. Reardon       On this porch, on this cool summer day, when the moon is benign in afternoon sky, when birds sing from wire to wire, I have no argument. This may be the milk-and -honey time...

Essay: Walking through the virus

Essay: Walking through the virus

In recent days, I’ve been doing a lot of walking. I know that this may soon come to a halt if the efforts to combat coronavirus in the United States lead to a mandatory quarantine, keeping me at home, away from everyone else. For now, though, I’m...

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...