Jan 4, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2
Somewhere outside the Grands Boulevard, I can’t remember where, there stands a line of stone-made sisters with breasts completely bare in that style that seemed so French to me, a tourist in Paris. Their thin marble arms would live on while all these beautiful...
Oct 16, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Irregular Rhyme, Quatrains, Regret, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
Hearing the car approach, the garage door open, the engine stop, the driver’s door swing shut, I ran from the room where I’d spilled the ink and fear was a goblin clutching at my gut. I’d tried to scrub the sofa cushions clean ...
Sep 1, 2013 | Autumn, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Seasons, Summer
The tyrant sun with unforgiving light bends the boys and girls like the August wheat. He makes them strip their clothes and beg for night like mountains made immodest in the heat. Rustling in a windless night, they seethe and sweat in anguish—should they cut their...
Apr 21, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
Afraid I’ll become some sick and slack-jawed slouch, I beat back the Fall with a broom but the dust of me still lingers ‘neath the couch; I toil and toil on the doorsteps of doom. Share this:Share Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on...
Apr 16, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Seasons, Winter
These twirling billions born in storms of grey descend forever from such unseen heights that Summer’s sons are hypnotized to pray for Winter not to waste her wealth of white. Share this:Share Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest...
Mar 29, 2013 | Quatrains, The Work of Greater Minds
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down! The trees are white with dust, that o’er their sleep Wave...
