No Phoenixes allowed in mausoleum

Richard Weaver

from some sound harmony refrains
from some darkness no light escapes
of this not many thats
for many there are fewer than none
from one kiss endless heartache
for the few there are too many
from the mouths of babes nothing
out of the corner of an eye a myopic mote
nearer the center no magnet pretends
from one path a lifetime lost
with a single breath the end begins
from some fools orange braying abounds

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The author hopes to one day once again volunteer with the Maryland Book Bank, CityLit, and return as writer-in-residence at the James Joyce Pub. Other pubs include: Loch Raven Review, Dead Mule, Free State Review, Little Patuxent Review, Connections, Mad Swirl, and Spank the Carp. He’s the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press, 1992). Recently, his 160th prose poem was published under a checker-board cone of silence. He remains a founder and former Poetry Editor of the Black Warrior Review.