Pope Francis–unfettered gospeller
There are rumours that Pope Francis sneaks out of the Vatican at night, dons cap and fake goatee, and hangs out on the streets of Rome giving alms to the poor. ...
Author: stephen t berg
The winter poem
The winter poem comes harder. You have to wake up in the dark, throw on your lined coveralls, your mitts and wool hat, grab the pails from the porch by the sepa...
Lamentations and poetry’s high calling
Perhaps it’s this illness, but my mind is a windowless basement. At the moment, a bit feverish, pallid, shaky—on the broader realm, the memory for spellin...
Love me, love me, love me
Having made a few loops around the sun, I’m more convinced than ever that most of this world’s malignancy has its roots in our longing for love, finding n...