And Nothing Happened
I step out my front door and in the distance, I hear a freight truckand some cars. There is no thunder of tanks or rolling explosions.I look around my cul-de-...
Author: stephen t berg
New World Dream
…they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks;nation shall not lift up sword against nation; neither shall the...
Angels Weep
Faces blaze white then fade. Angels weep.A shell has fallen on a graveyard. A grandmother and grandfather are wandering through ruins like spectres. The dust ...
Holland Creek
There’s a rock the size of an armchair high up on Holland Creek. It rests, touching the water, beside a slow bend, down from a granite ledge. It’s a proper hi...