Jan 4, 2013 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, The Unspeakable Name vol. 1
“You must leave your land, your gods. Take flight.” The Voice was so unyielding, so obscure. How could he trust that whisper in the night beckoning the patriarch from his home in Ur? At the dead end of his doubts he could not— and perhaps it was only...
Nov 4, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
The wedding invitation I refuse; I cannot match your hunger for delight. In black robes instead of white I recuse myself; I do not have the appetite. Only a perfect one could be your muse; I wear more sensible shoes. Why do you keep me, pampered as a house-cat basking...
Oct 14, 2012 | Quatrains, The Work of Greater Minds
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the...
Oct 14, 2012 | Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, The Work of Greater Minds
O hushed October morning mild, Thy leaves have ripened to the fall; Tomorrow’s wind, if it be wild, Should waste them all. The crows above the forest call; Tomorrow they may form and go. O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day...
Oct 2, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Mom, Quatrains, Songs for the Dead
Blankets hide the holes punched through hollow doors and she covers the shelves with plastic dragonflies or ceramic angels bought cheap at dollar stores. Everyday some lone unguarded trinket dies, the victim of a clumsy hand or wagging tail. The epileptic dog will be...
Feb 28, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rhymed Couplets, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
You are in me like an absence, a void, one that could be filled with all the wanted things— an emptiness made of what I’ve not enjoyed. My bird wears none so fine a set of wings. The woman is not ill-dressed, but if only she would display her treasures on the...
