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...
Mar 6, 2016 | Gus Stevens, Rondel, Songs for the Dead
“Look at the picture. Where is the boy?” “Use your finger, like this, and point right here.” Some sounds come out of the scowling man, “We’re wasting time. Better to let him enjoy himself, stare at the sun, fondle a toy.”...
