Sep 1, 2013 | Autumn, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Seasons, Summer
The tyrant sun with unforgiving light bends the boys and girls like the August wheat. He makes them strip their clothes and beg for night like mountains made immodest in the heat. Rustling in a windless night, they seethe and sweat in anguish—should they cut their...
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...
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 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...
