Poem: Jagged
Jagged Patrick T. Reardon The shoeless guy sleeping on the McDonald’s bench along the north windows is the god of still waters. The unfocused one, rocking over his [...]
Jagged Patrick T. Reardon The shoeless guy sleeping on the McDonald’s bench along the north windows is the god of still waters. The unfocused one, rocking over his [...]
Laboring in obscurity two centuries ago, William Blake is now considered one of the great figures of English poetry and a brilliant idiosyncratic visual artist. The story of his life, [...]
Back in the 1950s, there was a TV series called The Millionaire. The idea was that, each week, a rich guy would give away $1 million to someone he’d never [...]
In those years Patrick T. Reardon In those years, everyone at the paper knew the name of the Cook County Coroner. Knew what could be written and not. [...]
On July 6, 2005, Evan Hunter died of laryngeal cancer at the age of 78 at his Weston, Connecticut home. He was called Salvatore Lombino at birth. Later, he legally [...]
What was Yann Martel thinking? I’m talking about the title of his new novel Son of Nobody, a double-barreled story of a lost epic about the Trojan War and of [...]
O, brothers Patrick T. Reardon O, mother. O, father. O, brother self-gone. O, gentle mechanic. O, woman of thunderhead. O, sleeper on the el train bassinette. [...]
Here I am Patrick T. Reardon Precious ointment, good name. Day of death is true north. Day of birth is first step. Feast when possible, mourn always, knowing [...]
Robert A. Heinlein’s 1950 Farmer in the Sky has its moments — good and bad. Or, maybe better put, it has its good and bad moments for a reader like [...]
The new edition of Joyce E. Hofmann’s Field Guide to Illinois Mammals is sturdy and beautifully packaged, savvy and erudite. It’s easy to hold in your hand while out in [...]