Dec 29, 2022 | Gus Stevens, Terza Rima, Winter
Winter makes wonder which summer will wake me last before I under? Grey will rain outlast this stink, sink, sourful mood when wince-wind will past. And I blood, burn, brood— what was said and wished unsaid— fat, fresh, fill from food. Pull the push loose thread; pluck...
May 6, 2018 | Gus Stevens, Terza Rima, Triptych
This triptych poem can be read in multiple ways; in a sense, it is six smaller poems woven together to make a whole. It can therefore be read vertically (discussing three objects: wood, stone, and water) as well as horizontally (discussing three times: dawn, noonday...
Jul 6, 2017 | Gus Stevens, Humor, Terza Rima
“During this time, the mother and the child are removed from the enclosure for their safety.” We read the sign and then filed underground to the male Gorilla’s lair where he lived for the present time alone; they’d been known, even to kill...
Jul 10, 2016 | Gus Stevens, Regret, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Terza Rima
Scarlett, O Scarlett, you are self-destroyed because you would not see your truest friend and despised all you might have else enjoyed. I ache over you, as the pages end, though, yes, “Tomorrow is another day.” We knew your iron will would never bend;...
Jul 5, 2016 | Gus Stevens, Moss Kingdom, Terza Rima
“This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, … Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.” -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow from Evangeline...
May 27, 2015 | Grief, Gus Stevens, Mom, Songs for the Dead, Sonnet, Terza Rima
If you believe that deaths do come in threes and that we are maskers in some Greek play then I am deathless, immortal to disease. No foe’s hand can spill my blood nor make me pay the infinite cost of my one own life; it must be by my hand: no other way. Mother...
