Poem: None of my own

Poem: None of my own

    None of my own by Patrick T. Reardon   I packed books in boxes and notes in boxes and pens and rulers and pads of paper and photos in frames and maps and small things without any category that reminded me of a person I’d met or...

Poem:  Ecclesiastes Road

Poem: Ecclesiastes Road

  Ecclesiastes Road By Patrick T. Reardon   See and see: Each time passes. Journey is taken. River runs. Green brittles. Tall withers. Sun is blind. Blood dries to grit. Clock locks.   I line my dashboard with communion of saints...

Poem: Eternal

Poem: Eternal

  Eternal   By Patrick T. Reardon     Eternal, puzzle us, puzzle us clockwork apart and put us back together, create/re-create, Eternal, cycle us and puzzle us to ourselves, puzzle us revelations long withheld.   Puzzle...

Essay: Calvary Cemetery, 4.7.20

Essay: Calvary Cemetery, 4.7.20

The lakefront parks are closed, as are all the other city parks. Walking on the sidewalks of Edgewater — normally an invigorating exercise — is weird.  I find myself scanning ahead of me to judge whether anyone’s coming near me, whether the...

Poem: April 3, 2020

Poem: April 3, 2020

    April 3, 2020   By Patrick T. Reardon   I learned my ABCs long ago and know the dance inside darkness. Better to stumble and bang and crash in shadows than corner-sit waiting for sun. Mournful either way, yet joy in...

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...