Poems

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 [...]

Bourbon Street, New Orleans, the night before the Chicago Bears won the 1986 Super Bowl, 46-10 By Patrick T. Reardon . George could not suppress his animal glee, eyes filled [...]

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! [...]

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 [...]

Reporting Jesus Patrick T. Reardon . I wish that Jesus could be interviewed and that I was the one to question him. I wish that he would sit behind his [...]

Holy Spirit By Patrick T. Reardon . Holy Spirit (in caps), aka Holy Ghost, aka Paraclete. . With Father and Jesus = Trinity.  . In art, dove, like the one that [...]

How it went By Patrick T. Reardon . It was Amen.  Finger in the dish.  Bread, broken.  Cup, given.  Blood, flesh. . The wind was not empty.  The angel knew [...]

How By Patrick T. Reardon . Ash the milk. Ash the caped-boy hero snapshot. . Ash Blacktop, signboards, white t-shirt boy. Ash left hand bunt. Ash weight circles lift. . [...]

Let me tell you By Patrick T. Reardon . Plug Nickel and Red Cent met on museum steps and, inside, mysticked with blue innocent Della Robbia, rhythmed the light-shine white [...]

I want to teach Emma who is two By Patrick T. Reardon . I want to teach Emma who is two to look out this window at the chaos of [...]