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 7, 2013 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 1, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
No motion carries here without my final vote for the meddler in my head, he sounds a lot like me; I hear no snake’s hiss, no gravel in his throat. My will is not a raindrop carried mindless to the sea; and yet, it is my self I can’t control and the devil...
Dec 29, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
With fungal crown, King Oberon receives all the waste and the withering of time, sees the fall and the flowering of leaves then paints the river rocks all black with slime. Whole continents are nursed within a fallen log and the trees, evergreen, never shed their...
Sep 29, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Who is the maker of these mighty hills; what hands could draw these from the deep? Are they the battle scars of contesting wills —a shield shattered ‘gainst a granite keep? On the ridge there lurks a murder of crows scavenging the flesh from Nike’s broken...
Jun 13, 2012 | Gus Stevens, Humor, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
After Andrew, Elizabeth Marie— second child, first daughter, I was to be, but the Canadian ultrasound failed and my parents’ baby-naming plans derailed. My name, Matthew, decided on a whim, somehow always seemed to fit me wrong and joined me to a wide and WASPy...
Apr 22, 2012 | Italian Sonnet, Sonnet, The Work of Greater Minds
Nothing is so beautiful as spring – When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush; Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing; The glassy...
