THE PARAGON JOURNAL BLOG 

December 19, 2018

The Lookouts got their first shot at fame;

A New York Yankees Exhibition game.

They signed Jackie Mitchell, a publicity stunt,

but she pitched like a pro, not some sorry runt.

The starter gave up a hit and a double.

They sent Jackie in to heal this trouble.

She struck out Ba...

December 18, 2018

With nose upturned

And body ready for battle

The warrior prepares

To engage the adversary

He presses his suit

Shaves his face

Dashes on cologne

And out of the house

Parkway is littered with cars

Honking and sirens

The din of the morning

Wafts slowly toward his open window with th...

December 17, 2018

If only love offered

One last boon.

If only I could enchant you

With a spell of strength.

You have doomed yourself

To save yourself.

Yellow jackets sting our heels.

We have tap-danced backwards

Instead of forwards.

Lost in the cracks,

You seek cover on the sidewalk.

I venture rou...

December 16, 2018

Long fingers of night reach out for

evening, embracing her with soft

velvet arms. Quietude is her

name, she lives for this moment.

Diamonds dance across the surface

of the water. Rhythmic waves lap at

a gray pebbly beach, as the last rays

of sun are swallowed by the horizon.

A...

December 15, 2018

You don’t love me and that’s

okay. Any trace of emotion is like

breakthrough bleeding – nothing

to worry about. You don’t know me.

And I blame you, just like I said

I wouldn’t. I’m sorry, just like I

knew I would be. Day follows

night. The circle remains unbroken.

It never occ...

December 14, 2018

You won’t like why I’m telling

you this story about when the carnival

came to town. Set up in the mall

parking lot next to the dying Sears,

the late summer heat glints off the steel,

and from the top of the Ferris wheel, I

can see the highway rising like an ordinary

hallucina...

December 13, 2018

The ground moves with snakes,

and the sky bleeds red streaks,

as if the night couldn’t leave

without a fight, and all your dreams

are tragedies where no one dies,

but everyone suffers. In your past

life when you woke up hungover, you’d

think, Anything is better than this.

You...

December 12, 2018

A girl crawls out of the dumpster

at the Shell where I am getting

gas early Sunday morning, the heat

already like a blanket. In the bleached

denim light, I gather empty water

bottles and fast food wrappers to toss

while the girl motions to someone

who crawls out of the dumpst...

December 11, 2018

The noise, constant, felt like a blanket

of quiet, and intrusions of silence opened

like a cut, unexpected, awful, a gaping

wound that needed to be covered lest it

allow entry into the blood. Let’s face it.

I am broken, and nothing should touch me.

I am alone, and the night...

December 10, 2018

How much does it hurt,

you don't even feel,

The ground beneath your feet,

At that moment,

you see the ugly face of evil,

laughing at you,

But you're a victim,

you can't do anything,

and you know it.

If you survived somehow,

well, not less than a miracle,

you choose to live:

So you...

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