Poem: Liberty

Poem: Liberty

Liberty By Patrick T. Reardon . On Bedloe’s Island, ducking  the tour, I stowed away and, at night, when all  bodies had emptied out of the body, found the command deck where, with a touch of...

Poem: Robot factory

Poem: Robot factory

Robot factory By Patrick T. Reardon . Windows broken, robot factory silent, acres of weed-written empty — I flame by on Cain & Abel Highway for Albuquerque, wanting to get where I’m going — a messiah boy  from the hills...