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 [...]
Poem: The Tribune writes the Bible
The Tribune writes the Bible By Patrick T. Reardon . We are not afraid of height. During slack summer, we will write a better Bible. . This will be a [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
Poem: Bourbon Street, New Orleans, the night before the Chicago Bears won the 1986 Super Bowl, 46-10
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 [...]
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 [...]