David R. Slavitt’s 2001 The Book of Lamentations: A Meditation and Translation is a post-Holocaust reading of the short biblical work inconsolably grieving the destruction of the Temple in [...]
I found God in the pain of my brother’s suicide. I don’t want to tell this story again — of my brother David, wracked with pain, dragging himself out [...]
In 1972, when P.D. James published An Unsuitable Job for a Woman, she’d been a novelist for just a decade. Her first four books were centered on Adam Dalgleish, a [...]
Building ornamentation caught my eye today, and one little city emblem: Patrick T. Reardon 4.16.20
Saint Teresa of Avila was a woman of 16th century Spain, a nun mystic experienced in the bliss and pain of religious ecstasy but also nun living under the power [...]
Ecclesiastes Road By Patrick T. Reardon See and see: Each time passes. Journey is taken. River runs. Green brittles. Tall withers. Sun is blind. Blood dries to grit. [...]
One of the guys from basketball at the Levy Senior Center in Evanston is recovering, apparently well, from the coronavirus. But he’s been stuck in a motel for weeks. [...]
The girl walks down to the lake to the spot where she and her father fish. A goose and gander and five goslings are there, making a home for the [...]
Eternal By Patrick T. Reardon Eternal, puzzle us, puzzle us clockwork apart and put us back together, create/re-create, Eternal, cycle us and puzzle us to ourselves, [...]
The lakefront parks are closed, as are all the other city parks. Walking on the sidewalks of Edgewater — normally an invigorating exercise — is weird. I find myself scanning [...]
