Author: stephen t berg

We stand on the Algarve cliffs looking out at the Atlantic.My eyes are drawn far up and over the curve of the water, and I have that strong sensation of homesic...

  – a falconry of seraphim– the shrapnel of silence– a stack of dark clouds– a fistful of light– a translucent mirrorThese are bas...

  I sit in a café in the early hours.I have no agenda, no manifesto, no religion that needs defending. The morning sky is tangerine and tousled by clouds.People...

  Who are you?WhoAre you? WhoseSilence are you?   -Thomas Merton What a short span you have, here in your flesh and blood body. Who will blame you, even at your...