Poem: The birth of One-Cent
The birth of One-Cent By Patrick T. Reardon We named the baby One-Cent after Oak’s father, a short-hair railroad sweatback I never met but may have seen across the [...]
Poem: Suffer
Suffer By Patrick T. Reardon Suffer the children to visit the prophet. Suffer the shearwaters and other birds to cringe at the raptor sound from a machine. Saint [...]
Poem: The day before the 1996 Democratic National Convention
The day before the 1996 Democratic National Convention By Patrick T. Reardon They were famous and short, the two of them and the folkie others, guitarless, skittering and kittering [...]
Poem: Mount of Olives
Mount of Olives Patrick T. Reardon On the dark Mount of Olives, in a rain-jeweled copse above the garden, I removed my breastplate. I unwound my belt. My robe [...]
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 [...]