Poem: “Elect”
Elect By Patrick T. Reardon Toast with choice wine the elect. Toast the vampires, bad boys, hyenas, stone-cold demons and assholes strolling the halls of heaven, side by [...]
Poem: In those days
In those days Patrick T. Reardon In those days, the self-afflicted were loud like a rat caught in the dark pipe. In those days, the dead buried the [...]
Poem: Reaching
Reaching By Patrick T. Reardon Each itch outside the sanctuary of Saint Mary of the Flower is rooted in the Florence street stones, each tiny twitch of unrest before [...]
Poem: Arrival of Godot
Arrival of Godot By Patrick T. Reardon Comfort, yes, comfort, New Jerusalem. Your penance is at its end. Your guilt expiated. Gather, you, Mayor and City Council, in noon-sun Daley Plaza. [...]
Poem: A time in America
A time in America By Patrick T. Reardon “Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. One hundred million angels singin'. Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum.” — Johnny Cash, [...]
Poem: Workingman’s blues #7
Workingman’s blues #7 By Patrick T. Reardon Remember that story the Greeks used to tell about five runners, each on own path, with news of Crete — the one [...]
Poem: La Japonaise
La Japonaise By Patrick T. Reardon She’s large for a small woman when you turn the corner at the Museum of Fine Arts in Boston and there she is, in [...]
Poem: Brother Red Gold
Brother Red Gold By Patrick T. Reardon . Brother Red Gold is down the line of succession and covers the flaccid County Building beat for the Deuteronomy Sun, getting by, [...]
Poem: “Fare well”
Fare well By Patrick T. Reardon At Ainslie and Clark, he sees the clouds open to the dark and sparkling of space, back to the mass of energy in the [...]
Poem: Salt
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 [...]
