Poem: When

Poem: When

. When By Patrick T. Reardon When I sit and when I stand. When clots of fog cover the restless river. When tick tocks. When I die and when I am. (When inert bullet left and channeled his brain and spilled onto rain-snow concrete and grass, gray...

Poem: “After”

Poem: “After”

After By Patrick T. Reardon . After clangor parade, after wailing trombones, teletype drums, clockwork drum majors and majorettes, after cymbal clamor of arena-full horde, pent-up for release, for rebound off rafters — where he watches — after...

Essay: Citizen Jesus

Essay: Citizen Jesus

Back in the ‘80s, during a holiday get-together, one of the family elders, who was known for sweeping declarations, made a sweeping declaration: “You can’t be a Republican,” she said, “and be a good Catholic.” From couch to couch, we looked at...