THE PARAGON JOURNAL BLOG 

July 17, 2017

The lake waters shiver – not with the cold

– it's mild enough with my collar pulled up

as I watch the current loosening the skeins

of drifting weed.

Aimless at first, but then

as if needing to flee, they are plucked

            from their mooring roots, slithering free....

July 17, 2017

from the ether, they appear:

jonquil, narcissus, daffadowndilly,

glowing from their travels

past the sun yellow

white stars

– brilliant and cold –

fallen from

a far galaxy, quickly

cooled by the frost

beneath the leafless oak

to bloom and wither in peace.

July 16, 2017

(After Ted Hughes’ Hawk Roosting)

From buds of sycamore I shall unfurl,

as drip by drip with words insinuate

my waxy sap, ink wet. I seek to curl

about your nerves with words; articulate

the unctious waves, retorts so worldly-wise

with wit. Recount each phrase of the absurd

o...

July 15, 2017

(for Julie)

It's not the kind of wall to stop you or your kin

from crossing to the other side.

It is the kind of wall that will halt you in your

tracks, because of the art of diplomacy.

Take a pair of woman's hands: fine, long fingered,

bones brittle but supple in deftness a...

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