Poem: He left
He left Patrick T. Reardon Old enough to know, Denmark Jones knew his father did not fight battles outside the house. He thought to be a cook, a singer, [...]
He left Patrick T. Reardon Old enough to know, Denmark Jones knew his father did not fight battles outside the house. He thought to be a cook, a singer, [...]
Here’s a thought: Somewhere in the American Southwest — the exact location is a highly guarded secret — is a Great Basin bristlecone that botanists and foresters estimate to be [...]
All manner of thing By Patrick T. Reardon “Sin is behovely, but all shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be [...]
Angels are out tonight Patrick T. Reardon Tonight, the typewriter keys slam rhythm to ease coarse electricity under the skin. The Sister of the Sacred Heart pleads alms [...]
Eclipse By Patrick T. Reardon Credit: NASA Kegan Barber The afternoon of the solar eclipse feels like bright Good Friday. I have no desire to look at the [...]
The gospel reading this weekend in Roman Catholic churches around the world is a very familiar one to Christians — and with good reason. In Mark’s telling of the life [...]
Alexander Polikoff’s Cry My Beloved America is a most depressing book, especially in these days before the November 5 presidential election. But that’s not Polikoff’s fault. He’s just the messenger. [...]
In her pain (Brother Elbow and Little Sister poem #7) By Patrick T. Reardon We sit with Trump enthusiasts, Elbow, Sister and I. Oh, Elbow, calm [...]
Steve Carella is the most gentlemanly of detectives, and, in the squad room of the 87th precinct, he is respected by his peers. But, after witnessing Douglas King refuse numerous [...]
The key moment in John William Nelson’s important, original and eye-opening history of the place that became the city of Chicago — Muddy Ground: Native Peoples, Chicago's Portage, and the [...]