Poems

Chemistry Patrick T. Reardon . The 1904 book is chemistry formulas for mixing drinks, and, paging through, I wonder, if the bartender blueprint for Whiskey Daisy No. 3 calls for [...]

First parents Patrick T. Reardon . Eve and Adam, the Bible’s Barbie and Ken, lived in the Garden, a Dreamhouse of empty echoing outdoor rooms, an insipid Paradise, except for [...]

Land mark By Patrick T. Reardon . I can take you to the cement in front of the school by the alley and have you put your finger into the [...]

Blame it on the radio By Patrick T. Reardon . That I drove my semi through motel wall. . That bomb went off in grocery cart. . That I sowed [...]

Foul ball By Patrick T. Reardon . Before he was a prophet, Yogi Moses played baseball and, one dry Sunday morning, took his catcher’s mitt out to Agamemnon Field for [...]

Liberty By Patrick T. Reardon . On Bedloe's Island, ducking  the tour, I stowed away and, at night, when all  bodies had emptied out of the body, found the command deck where, with a touch [...]

Robot factory By Patrick T. Reardon . Windows broken, robot factory silent, acres of weed-written empty — I flame by on Cain & Abel Highway for Albuquerque, wanting to get where I’m [...]

Heron By Patrick T. Reardon . Great blue heron, white in high green, folds on self, forward falls toward water, clear space, wingspan wind-catch, rise in flight. . I am [...]

After reading “State of Relax” by Eileen Myles By Patrick T. Reardon . "Cows kissing goats" — Bible-immersed — I see lions bedding with lambs.  . Calliope of poem, lustful, [...]

. When By Patrick T. Reardon When I sit and when I stand. When clots of fog cover the restless river. When tick tocks. When I die and when I [...]