Poem: Altar
Altar By Patrick T. Reardon I sit far from the altar for fear, give myself distance, breathing room, unworthy and aloof. Angels tumble into the abyss. Leave [...]
Poem: Seventeen questions about hate
Seventeen questions about hate by Patrick T. Reardon If I believe that Donald Trump is bad for the United States and the rest of the world because [...]
Poem: One-Cent wonders
One-Cent wonders By Patrick T. Reardon The dove descending breaks the air With flame of incandescent terror Of which the tongues declare The one discharge from sin and error. [...]
Poem: He left
He left Patrick T. Reardon Old enough to know, Denmark Jones knew his father did not fight battles outside the house. He thought to be a cook, a singer, [...]
Poem: All manner of thing
All manner of thing By Patrick T. Reardon “Sin is behovely, but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be [...]
Poem: Angels are out tonight
Angels are out tonight Patrick T. Reardon Tonight, the typewriter keys slam rhythm to ease coarse electricity under the skin. The Sister of the Sacred Heart pleads alms [...]
Poem: Eclipse
Eclipse By Patrick T. Reardon Credit: NASA Kegan Barber The afternoon of the solar eclipse feels like bright Good Friday. I have no desire to look at the [...]
Poem: In her pain
In her pain (Brother Elbow and Little Sister poem #7) By Patrick T. Reardon We sit with Trump enthusiasts, Elbow, Sister and I. Oh, Elbow, calm [...]
Poem: “Like Us”
Like us By Patrick T. Reardon In daylight, the Ghiberti gold doors, behind a thick metal cell, turn out to be a 1990 copy, and the Thursday streets — [...]
Poem: The lost tribes, part 7
The lost tribes, part 7 By Patrick T. Reardon You and I lose the race, straining or loafing, sinews ripping or flabbing. The clock. Each touch passes, [...]