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,...
Jul 17, 2011 | Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet
Holy Sonnet 19 by John Donne Oh, to vex me, contraries meet in one: Inconstancy unnaturally hath begot A constant habit; that when I would not I change in vows, and in devotion. As humorous is my contrition As my profane love, and as soon forgot: As riddlingly...
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—...
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 13, 2011 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2, Victorian Sonnet
This lazy traveler reclines with dirty feet and receives his food from unwashed hands. He sinks his teeth in questionable meat and questions not this whore with tangled strands crying to him as if he were a god! And the whole muddied mob calls him...
Feb 13, 2011 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2, Victorian Sonnet
Is this the one who would lay final claim to Great David’s old imperial throne, whose touch has cured an army of the lame but crawled our cobbled streets to die alone? Is this the “Coming One” we thought would reign, his head with glory’s...
