Poetry / Poets

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 … Continue reading