Jul 23, 2014 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, The Unspeakable Name vol. 1
There was hardly time for her to close the door; but a moment in the darkness passed before she cast her veil upon the floor and welcomed him to end his long-held fast. Then on her breasts she felt his wine-drunk lips whisper, “Rachel, Rachel my little...
Jun 15, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Italian Sonnet, Seasons, Sonnet, Spring
Walking one spring morning I weighed the cherry blossoms all brimming with new, full with such impossible hues that every petal, every blade, was like a schoolgirl at her promenade adorned for but an hour or two in reds or purples, pinks and blues before it’s...
Apr 24, 2014 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Sestina, The Unspeakable Name vol. 2
Some he bruises, some he bleeds, some he leaves son-less in a stranger’s land. Some spit curses, while others fear they’re damned. What man can sort the flowers from the weeds— can crack the husk to reap the treasured seeds? We only see through this...
Jan 4, 2014 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2
Somewhere outside the Grands Boulevard, I can’t remember where, there stands a line of stone-made sisters with breasts completely bare in that style that seemed so French to me, a tourist in Paris. Their thin marble arms would live on while all these beautiful...
Oct 16, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Irregular Rhyme, Quatrains, Regret, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1
Hearing the car approach, the garage door open, the engine stop, the driver’s door swing shut, I ran from the room where I’d spilled the ink and fear was a goblin clutching at my gut. I’d tried to scrub the sofa cushions clean ...
Sep 12, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Irregular Rhyme
She imagines herself with skyscraper legs posed seductively in the shower. The water slithers, snake-like, down a taper waist erect and conspicuous as a tower. The lavender oils run into the basin; the scent embodies her hope to be wanted but from somewhere she hears...
