Jul 22, 2013 | Aging, Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
The crescent moon encroaches on the day, a pale trespasser in the realm of sun. She will not wait her turn, she will not stay until the golden reign is fully done. The gleaming future will not stand in front but lurks behind you with a loaded bow; she is moon-browed...
Sep 23, 2012 | Aging, Gus Stevens, Songs for the Dead, Villanelle
He turns five today; all is future, nothing past. All his days are yet to flower, yet to come. Wherever he goes, he runs—those shoes will not last. He grows and his slumber is not, as yet, harassed by twilight’s pestering flies, those furies born from...
