Poem: “Out of the blue”

Poem: “Out of the blue”

Out of the blue By Patrick T. Reardon Sure, paint the door with blood and get a pass. But, tomorrow, Death’s angel will again be on the lookout. Sure, read the litany of vitamins and sugars. But, out of the blue, the heart strangles itself. Sure...

Poem:  No Clouds

Poem: No Clouds

No Clouds The moon is a silver weight. A man walks his dog and smokes. Tides pull. The trees are saints: the old, the tested, those at peace. Patrick T. Reardon 2.4.19 Originally published in Lucky Star...

Poem:  To Help Her Move

Poem: To Help Her Move

    To Help Her Move   She is told I’m like an elephant and calls on me to help her move, to burden her dressers and boxes to the truck and out of the truck to her new locked door.   She is separating from the bearded happy...