Icarus at Eventide
Richard Weaver The sky’s irresistible purple darkens my unleavened thoughts. Drawn to that thin light, tomorrow’s wine, I stagger towards a grimacing moon. One gray grief turning to shadow. A silver cloud circling. Blind fish leaping moonward. Blackened wings plunging into brackish waters. |
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About the Author:
Richard Weaver lives in Baltimore City where he volunteers with the Maryland Book Bank, acts as the Archivist-at-large for a Jesuit college, and is the Official poet-in-residence at the James Joyce Pub and Restaurant. He’s the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press). His poems have appeared in River Poet’s Journal, Southern Review, Black Warrior Review, Pembroke, Adelaide, Vanderbilt Poetry Review, and Dead Mule.
Richard Weaver lives in Baltimore City where he volunteers with the Maryland Book Bank, acts as the Archivist-at-large for a Jesuit college, and is the Official poet-in-residence at the James Joyce Pub and Restaurant. He’s the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press). His poems have appeared in River Poet’s Journal, Southern Review, Black Warrior Review, Pembroke, Adelaide, Vanderbilt Poetry Review, and Dead Mule.