Jan 29, 2017 | Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rubaiyat
Sounds are metamorphed by fear, and trolls grind their teeth with the bones of a butchered hind. Such are the thoughts that will not let you sleep when silence paints the visions of the blind. The bravest have the coward souls of sheep huddled together against the...
Nov 28, 2016 | Bible Story, Gus Stevens, Quatrains, Rubaiyat
The plates were full and all the wine provided by the levies of the King, misguided though he was, until the finger wrote “you are Numbered. Numbered. Weighed. Divided.” You dress in purple and that garotte of golden chains weighs heavy on your royal...
Nov 3, 2016 | Aging, Quatrains, Rubaiyat, The Work of Greater Minds
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it. […] With Earth’s first Clay They did the Last Man knead, And there...
