Feb 16, 2015 | Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2
“Who of us can dwell with the consuming fire? Who of us can dwell with everlasting burning?” -Isaiah 33:14 He is deafening sound and burning light and this sinner’s eyes cannot bear the load; I have feared His wrath and now dread delight for who can...
Dec 21, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Seasons, Sonnet, Terza Rima, Winter
Wandering with careless muddied steps, I squish the gluttonous ground all drunk with rain in this city where the puddles never dry and the leaf-crammed gutters never drain ‘cept for a fleeting fist of golden weeks when the sun visits all brilliant and vain. And...
Dec 15, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Seasons, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet, Winter
What can be offered to the afternoon but words and words; there’s nothing new to say and so I’m silent as the winter’s moon with her half smile over the brilliant day. The clouds have all been chased off by the sun, her sole companion in an empty...
Sep 23, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1, Sonnet, Terza Rima
“Boredom: the desire for desires. ” —Leo Tolstoy What is the point of sitting here? I turn the pages chore by chore puzzling as I read, “He’s Near!” “He stands beside the open door,” it claims, yet I am still a man without a...
Sep 8, 2014 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1, Terza Rima
It’s Sunday morning; I don’t make the bed. Somehow worn from an oversupply of sleep, I feel empty and overfed all at once. Should I eat or should I try a second cup of coffee, or the tea? I am too weary to decide and I tire of this mush of humid luxury....
