Mar 25, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Seasons, Sonnet, Spring, Victorian Sonnet, Winter
There’s something of Spring that makes us self-deceive, that makes-believe the world has never sinned. A dozen squinting Adams search for Eve through a sunlight that’s not yet warmed the wind. Weary of winter, the clearing is brim full of hairless legs...
Feb 10, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
There is a soft and gentle wanting— to hold, even to touch, the painted hand. It is a shamed yet pleasant haunting— to reach, unseen to brush, the fallen strand. Her knee just shows between the boot and skirt and eyes flirt with the hemmed in edges of a beautiful...
Jan 28, 2013 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Sonnet, The Unspeakable Name vol. 1, Victorian Sonnet
His finger carved a sentence from the stone and the command carved a people from the whole. But they spilled an ink that settles in the bone when they ignored the scribblings of the scroll. While people beneath were busy fouling souls, casting a god they could not...
Jan 20, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Song birds are silent as they wing their way unhindered through a clear and naked air but when, wing-wrapped, they weigh upon a branch, they breathe a morning prayer. Either body or voice will rise in song but never the two combined. For we flightless, this seems...
Jan 12, 2013 | Amy (Doran) Keeney, Unrhymed Other
You will continue shattering. Your pieces will make a lamp shade. No, they will make a table. No, your pieces will make electrons And no matter how far apart they fly They will always fly in the same motion. Your shattered electron pieces will always. Your shattered...
