For Debbie, who married me–a poem, for her birthday
Home When we sat on the wooden bench in the eveningwith the scent of lavender pushing out over the strait,the pages of salt water turning at our feet,and I said...
Author: stephen t berg
For Nancy and the late wives of Namibian kings
It’s nothing I’ve done. Certainly I affect no dignified gate, wear no burgundy cloth, breath no rarefied air. But how I flutter when I consider all ...
A lunar life
A lunar life I wake at three with the half-moon bathing my face.I turn to it full-eyed, expectant, waitingfor its pale light to fill me with some new power. Whe...
Love make me bolder – a New Year’s prayer
Love make me bolder. Bold to take myself less seriously, so to take beauty, kindness, mercy, more seriously. Bold to recall, under the tyranny of all our applie...