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 [...]
Poem: Mercy! Charity! Faith! Holy!
Mercy! Charity! Faith! Holy! By Patrick T. Reardon . Holy the lone juggernaut! Holy the vast lamb of the middleclass! Holy the crazy shepherds of rebellion! — Allen Ginsberg, “Footnote [...]
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. [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]