Feb 4, 2019 | Aging, Dream, Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme, Sestet
Legs stirring before the alarm’s tormenting beep, I wake from strange dreams in the autumn of my youth, and choke on broken promises I meant to keep– a sludge that settles to the bottom with the truth where bottled thoughts belch the foam of cold fermented...
Jul 18, 2018 | Alexandrine, Daughter, Dream, Gus Stevens
I wonder if the tearful child, not yet perceiving what it means to fall asleep, might believe she dies each night. Afraid to go alone, she chokes on her goodbyes, “Please don’t forget me! O please leave the door ajar!” But the swallowing Unknown will...
Jun 5, 2018 | Alexandrine, Daughter, Dream, Grief, Gus Stevens, Hexameter
In my dream, I held too many things in my hands and my fingers grappled and fumbled with the load afraid I’d drop one as I stumbled down the road for I’d balanced several things atop an icebox and my dream-drunk brain was slow, weighted down with sand...
Jun 11, 2016 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Humor, Limerick
I saw a spider fall into my bed right onto the pillow beside my head. Now I’m hunting him, like preachers hunt sin, and dare not sleep till he or I is dead. Share...
May 8, 2016 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Seasons, Summer
Alive and heavy with health, syrup swells the root, and sun-dappled fields are filled with walking flowers: the blossoms of the body and the promise of fruit. We know, and delight, and dream away the hours; let us have sweet Summer’s cream ...
Apr 17, 2016 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Quatrains
A cruel salt wind molests the twisted pine who grovels on his gnarled knees for rain; his futile prayers won’t mend his broken spine nor will he stand, as in his dreams, again. The cliffs themselves all crumble in the sea and the tumble-down rocks resent the...
