Jul 22, 2013 | Aging, Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
The crescent moon encroaches on the day, a pale trespasser in the realm of sun. She will not wait her turn, she will not stay until the golden reign is fully done. The gleaming future will not stand in front but lurks behind you with a loaded bow; she is moon-browed...
Jun 1, 2013 | Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds, Victorian Sonnet
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind, And did He stoop to quibble could tell why The little buried mole continues blind, Why flesh that mirrors Him must some day die, Make plain the reason tortured Tantalus Is baited by the fickle fruit, declare If merely brute...
Apr 21, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
Afraid I’ll become some sick and slack-jawed slouch, I beat back the Fall with a broom but the dust of me still lingers ‘neath the couch; I toil and toil on the doorsteps of doom. Share...
Apr 16, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Seasons, Winter
These twirling billions born in storms of grey descend forever from such unseen heights that Summer’s sons are hypnotized to pray for Winter not to waste her wealth of white. Share...
Mar 29, 2013 | Quatrains, The Work of Greater Minds
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down! The trees are white with dust, that o’er their sleep Wave...
