Aug 24, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Parallel lines extend along the graph and far as eyes can see draws mystery. All our lives we wonder if this paragraph is the final or the first of history. We see both hell and heaven occupied and know the perfect judge of all must be by justice or by mercy...
Aug 16, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
His enemies, subdued, still spit with rage their hated hymns, “He is just, He is just,” looking at their punisher with disgust, but cannot quench His wrath with such a wage. Our calculus is prone to soon forget just how His wrath must burn against all...
Feb 13, 2011 | Gus Stevens, Sinner's Psalms vol. 2, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
It’s no use to stoke the coals of my discontent with the damp leaves of weak desires. My prayers are not the incense in its swirling ascent; they are the sticky haze of the still-green brier’s blaze, and I am smothered in the smoke. I long still to be...
