Poem: “The fate of Billy the Kid”
The fate of Billy the Kid By Patrick T. Reardon Limerick sour hen, consort of thick-palm, bellied Patrick, cock of blind alley, Catherine grudged open to [...]
Poem: “Wait”
Wait By Patrick T. Reardon I wait for the stone to pass, for the heel to heal, for the tick to tock. I wait out the clock. [...]
Poem: “City hymn”
City hymn By Patrick T. Reardon Hymn the sewer line. Hymn the rhythm. Hymn mown grass, dawn-sun broken glass, ash tray brass, my scar, the rusted-nail fall. [...]
Poem: Brick wall scripture
Brick wall scripture By Patrick T. Reardon Read the brick wall scripture. Fingertip the prophecy braille. Shakespeare wrote a Bible of plays. Macbeth’s sin (3 Samuel). [...]
Poem: “It’ll get you there”
It’ll get you there By Patrick T. Reardon Follow 12 steps. Chew sugarless gum. Show up for counsel. Lines to stay within Enjoy breathing. Enjoy [...]
Poem: Angels are out tonight
Angels are out tonight By Patrick T. Reardon Tonight, the typewriter keys slam rhythm to ease coarse electricity under the skin. The Sister of the Sacred [...]
Poem: “Visions”
Visions By Patrick T. Reardon I see the hand of God write on the wall the sins of the king. I see the bloody knife. I see the father lead [...]
Poem: “The perfect act outside of Brady’s Tavern”
The perfect act outside of Brady's Tavern By Patrick T. Reardon Stop, short the physical. Yes, you know the noxic feel in the deep and up throat and out, and [...]
Poem: “Bethlehem”
Bethlehem By Patrick T. Reardon Motel sign, blinking, blinking, blinking: "Jesus Christ slept here." Put up a theme park with dioramas and interactive learning centers and miniature railroad circuits and, [...]
Poem: “Towers loom”
Towers loom By Patrick T. Reardon Loop towers loom behind their gleam, and I can take you to the parking lot just off Dearborn Street where the Mayor and reporters went down [...]