The 2River View | 23.4 (Summer 2019) |
Richard Weaver Hunter S. Thompson I may have been, in my own words, a tortured man As Dylan sang, an idiot wind. Not gonzo. Although is available. I live there after all. And worse, I’m dying. Remember? Tortured as well. I won’t explain who kindly published what they thought was my obit, Hell, having my ashes blasted out of a cannon over Seamus Heaney The moment appears, unannounced, its hand take mine. You too will know as time collapses. Your presence, and beyond. Filling my heart. My lungs. unbecoming. “Do not be afraid.” Richard Weaver is the author of The Stars Undone (Duende Press). His poems here in 2River are from a collection based on the final words of famous people, some of which have appeared in Adelaide, After the Pause, and Loch Raven Review.
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