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3 poems by Frank Reardon

RABBIT-HOLE

flood-gate
        opens

familiarity flows
familiar   with   humanness

click-clacking
without
                        photographs
hands
              tremble

                        in      drops
of
sunrise.

#10

dark skies
        hike up skirt
phone is disconnected

                        trees move

 #1

when hands
                   brood

make room
      for the light   waiting
in       between.

Frank Reardon was born in 1974 in Boston, Massachusetts and spent his first 28 years living there. Since then, he has lived all over the country in places such as Alabama, Kansas City and Rhode Island. He currently lives in the Badlands of North Dakota,still looking for a way to get out. Frank has been published in various reviews, journals and online zines. His first book, Interstate Chokehold, was published by NeoPoiesis Press in 2009 and his second Nirvana Haymaker was published by NeoPoiesis Press in 2012. Frank is in the process of completing a third poetry collection

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