Jun 5, 2016 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, Summer, The Work of Greater Minds
Green little vaulter in the sunny grass, Catching your heart up at the feel of June, Sole voice that’s heard amidst the lazy noon, When even the bees lag at the summoning brass; And you, warm little housekeeper, who class With those who think the candles come...
Jun 2, 2016 | Erotic, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her loosening...
Mar 27, 2016 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Regret, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
He’d sprinted blind into the open road and she didn’t have time to steer away. I told myself of mercy, something owed, when I drove the second car to hit the stray. I had aimed for the neck to make it quick yet still felt all the worse for paying it. The...
Mar 21, 2016 | Gus Stevens, Humor, Rhymed Couplets, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
I did not need malice to murder the little Juniper, thin in its pot. She said, “Have you watered?” and I heard her though earnest and honest, I simply forgot. One can forget for a day, there is pardon, But if one forgets for a week, maybe not. True in love...
Mar 13, 2016 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
I remember, at fourteen, when I dropped my mother’s paring knife into the lake, how it seemed that time had slowed, may have stopped– but a moment too late. The sudden ache in my arms, too slow and too short to reach through watery darks, a blind hope to...
Mar 9, 2016 | Aging, Judah Ivy, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
What fell mystery is aging? Some dread erosion to bone and skin The bios inward slows its raging And soil joins to elder kin. Is this some awful tragedy, Some invasive species from without? Our cells do their work with apathy Like old men suffering from gout. Yet time...
