Jun 18, 2016 | Gus Stevens, Humor, Multi-Syllabic Rhyme
Allow me to introduce and explain this rhyme where much blander uses remain. You must under- stand this muse is insane; someone has set a panda loose in my brain ordering snacks and a juice on the plane above a lake and a spruce in the rain. The new king will command...
Jun 11, 2016 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Humor, Limerick
I saw a spider fall into my bed right onto the pillow beside my head. Now I’m hunting him, like preachers hunt sin, and dare not sleep till he or I is dead. Share...
May 8, 2016 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Seasons, Summer
Alive and heavy with health, syrup swells the root, and sun-dappled fields are filled with walking flowers: the blossoms of the body and the promise of fruit. We know, and delight, and dream away the hours; let us have sweet Summer’s cream ...
Apr 17, 2016 | Dream, Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Quatrains
A cruel salt wind molests the twisted pine who grovels on his gnarled knees for rain; his futile prayers won’t mend his broken spine nor will he stand, as in his dreams, again. The cliffs themselves all crumble in the sea and the tumble-down rocks resent the...
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...
