Patrick T Reardon


Poem: Salt

By |2023-09-28T03:20:00+00:00September 28th, 2023|

Salt By Patrick T. Reardon . Child of the Century was born in a wash of salt water, a covenant with breathing, an opening of the eyes to power and [...]

Poem: Pa

By |2023-07-27T03:33:00+00:00July 27th, 2023|

Pa By Patrick T. Reardon . Drive Chronicles Avenue straight out of downtown for three miles to the railroad bridge, empty as a Roman ruin, turn right toward the spray-paint [...]

Poem: Cost

By |2023-02-16T04:59:00+00:00February 16th, 2023|

Cost By Patrick T. Reardon Cost me voice box. Cost me black holes,  greedy tunnels, another atom existence. Cost acne and lumps, lost cost. Cluster jazz. . Cost inhale, exhale. [...]

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