Poems

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 [...]

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, [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]