THE PARAGON JOURNAL BLOG 

August 29, 2017

In the courtyard

every morning

she became a black swan

unchained

the woods

her vivid breathing space

as earth served

the warm dew

grey became

the only colour of hope,

when she flew

over a forest untraced

far from the guardians

in barbwire coats,

free from the lie of her

dissident pen...

August 28, 2017

It was only on an august evening

when the clouds were as black as clockworks

sky grey with one pumping vein

shaking the occasional raindrop,

that I noticed and could see

the animals chewing on my flesh,

( I once hunted and joked with them.)

When they think that you are done

a...

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