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! [...]
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 [...]
Poem: Reporting Jesus
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 [...]
Poem: “Holy Spirit”
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 [...]
Poem: “How it went”
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 [...]
Poem: Let me tell you
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 [...]
Poem: I want to teach Emma who is two
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 [...]
Poem: Five Songs
Five songs By Patrick T. Reardon . He restyled the opening words of Genesis as a country-western song, let there be light and all that, fruitful and multiply — drinking, [...]
Poem: “Concrete and other measures of a neighborhood”
Concrete and other measures of a neighborhood By Patrick T. Reardon . Let me tell you about my neighborhood. Like any neighborhood. Like yours. . In the curb, in the [...]
