Nov 21, 2016 | Chiastic, Gus Stevens, Winter
I need to find a place to dry my shoes and a fresh towel after a hot shower, then clean sheets tucked tight beneath the corners of the bed. I’ve been too long in the wind, too long among the tree limbs all thinned of leaves and life. While winter’s bare...
Nov 9, 2016 | Advent, The Work of Greater Minds
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all...
Nov 5, 2016 | Grief, Rusten Walter Harris
Late night crossing the narrow passage A warning light flashes “severe side winds” My hands on the wheel, I wonder How many other travelers in the dark Upon their way to the hospital where their child is tied up with hoses and cords Read those words and...
Nov 3, 2016 | Aging, Quatrains, Rubaiyat, The Work of Greater Minds
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. […] With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there...
Oct 31, 2016 | Autumn, Gus Stevens, Hexameter, Quatrains
With a howl, October’s winds shear the fiery hosts of their yellows and reds to leave the branches bare. Then the orphaned leaves are stained, like little brown ghosts, on the sidewalk before they’re raised into the air again. A resurrecting tempest—they...
