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Fathoming the Measure: words about the Grand Canyon

Fathoming the Measure: words about the Grand Canyon

Aug 20, 2014 | Commissioned, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Picture Challenge, Sonnet, Terza Rima

Yes; I could estimate the grains of sand the Colorado carries year by year carving with his crooked and cursive hand. But such reckoning is but a cashier’s math yielding a number I cannot know for in my mind the zeros disappear. Nor can I figure a new fallen...
A Sea Star Contemplates his Existence in a Tide Pool

A Sea Star Contemplates his Existence in a Tide Pool

Aug 3, 2014 | Commissioned, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Picture Challenge, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet

Grasping blindly through the barnacled slab he hunts eyeless for his armored prey. He cracks the clam and ignores the infant crab who traipses by but is no threat today. Perhaps he will hide in the deep again before the great ‘Out There’ supplies fresh...
The Sleeping Prince of Rails: Or the Curious Death of Webster Wagner

The Sleeping Prince of Rails: Or the Curious Death of Webster Wagner

Aug 2, 2011 | Commissioned, Gus Stevens, Humor, Picture Challenge, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet

Webster Wagner was born in Palatine just a stepping stone between Rome and Troy as you ride the old New York Central line from Albany straight west to Illinois. He built quite a home alongside the bridge, a mansion of the Mohawk Valley ‘tween the Adirondack and...
The Duomo at Barga

The Duomo at Barga

Jul 21, 2011 | Commissioned, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Picture Challenge, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet

Snow melts from these peaks feed not the Tiber but push the aging Auser’s modest mills. Common threads they keep, but silken fiber will be sold to greater Florence for her frills. When the Fuhrer the Gothic line made green to crop the conquest of his conquerors,...
Flight of the Monarch

Flight of the Monarch

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...

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