Jul 8, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 1, Victorian Sonnet
From the ashes of Sinai, He commands us to eat no thing that has not hooves but paws for earth itself fell victim to our hands; the ground grows thorns and the cat has grown claws. To think, the lion once grazed like a goat but now he stalks the young and ill to maul—...
Jul 3, 2011 | Gus Stevens
As a general rule, I hate hymns that were written in the 1800’s. I am not a musician, but I understand that melodies are more reliable predictors of a song’s popularity than the content of their verses–a reality that is evidenced by my own inability...
Feb 23, 2011 | Commissioned, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Picture Challenge, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Behold the prince, the winged monarch as he circles, circles in the midday breeze and in robes of orange and train of black could dark the skies and bring the impious to his knees. This army, in ever ancient loyalty, emerges from its chrysalis to fill the heavens with...
Feb 14, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Sonnet
A book of poems based on the biblical Song of Solomon. You can buy it from Amazon. Share...
Feb 13, 2011 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Rhymed Couplets, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2
There lies the body of our murdered monarch. Dare we now await the morning with the lark, hoping for the death of dark and dawn of day, with blood on our hands and in our bones decay? We have no claim, no light, no hope of hope and deserve nothing but a...
Feb 13, 2011 | Bible Story, Cain, Gus Stevens, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 1, Victorian Sonnet
The rising white of a blister on my hand is my blood guilt, my token from the fall— this and the damned weeds that curse the land with stains from our black revolt—our cabal with the snake against heaven’s highest king. Now everything is taken by the thorn and...
