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Poem: Cost

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. An earthly dirtied dollar, sliced grass blade,  squirrel carcass flat as a poem for reading on the asphalt street in front of the two-flat at 435…

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Poem: “Goddess”

Goddess By Patrick T. Reardon . The Mexican goddess enfleshed in McDonald’s with a wide smile under her wide mountain nose and her children, all girls under eight, alert to the kiosk choices, and her thin husband, studying the receipt and, for no reason, remembering when he was thinner, younger, and stood waiting for work…

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Poem: “Canticle”

Canticle By Patrick T. Reardon . Water-splashed forehead. Product of times.  Cheek slapped, new name, chrism. Child of century. Sign of. . Communion of saints. Myrrh burial. Finger ringed. Deathly afraid. Rolling frenzy. .      Praying the uncertainties.      Intoning the mysteries.      Chanting the doubts. . Frankincense body. All the days of my life.…

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Poem: Grandma

Grandma By Patrick T. Reardon . The showers have turned to drizzle. Drops fall heavily now from the black limbs of a bare tree in the glare of the street light. She is tired. She is worse today. Some talk and some smoke and some run for office. She has laughed at the scandals of…

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Poem: “Adman walked south”

Adman walked south By Patrick T. Reardon . Adman walked south on Leviathan Boulevard toward glitter Loop announcing:      I will anthem sing tomorrow, prophet talk.      I will speak in tongues. .      I will page poems, climb tree, sweep dirt,      change rules. .      Draw the map,      find the Savior, publish…

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Poem: Odyssey

Odyssey By Patrick T. Reardon . Face of God, name of God, child death in every home, Egyptian, Israelite, Canaanite — let people go — sea split, walled water,  tabernacle and gold god,  "The Parting of the Red Sea" by William Blake frogs, lice, hail, locusts, boils, blood, blood, blood, ten commands,  doorposts, manna, rock water, …

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Poem: “1950s”

1950s By Patrick T. Reardon . I put my faith in the Cisco Kid riding TV with fat guy (Oh, Poncho!)— through desert as I watch — it’s really happening! . It is as if I watch through God’s own window — just as I watch the World Series and see Lew Burdette reach back…

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Poem: As if crying

As if crying By Patrick T. Reardon . Month money envelopes, unlabeled something cans, irregulared clothing, big boy, little kids, duty. . Shoes on sideboard, morning machine. Line up, line down. . Church altar, gold, silver, cryptic incense language, holy storm organ, big boy, gowned, bowed with Latin, little kids. . Face to hands after…

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