On Blended Knees
I live on the ordinary margins. And not in any marginal way, no, in quite an ordinary way.I sit down easily in an ordinary day, feel the ordinariness down to my...
Author: stephen t berg
Gospel, Mystery and “blessed Victor”
“Whenever Victor went to a restaurant,” preached Reverend U., “he would stand at his table and pray aloud. He would thank God and ask a blessi...
The pinks!
As long as my breath still catches in my throat at a tinge of pink on the western horizon at sunrise—I’m good. I’m really not sure I want to live wi...
A poem in praise of Mrs. Pinder
O how you rose in your chair, pinned me with an aggrieved glare, in front of our grade-two class. Your august flesh pendulous with seriousness, my inner-ducklin...