Author: stephen t berg

— Barely 18 when I left a winter job working for Saskatchewan Parks, clearing scrubland for new campgrounds at Good Spirit Lake,earning $1.65 per hour and a pou...

  To write a poem standing up, I hadn’t thought of it, but these days one must be vigilant, as everywhere, there are drones with rows of eyes and ears like vamp...

  I am gone like a shadow at evening;I am shaken off like a locust.  -Psalm 109 A father sobs. His shoulders shake.It’s still early in the night. More thermite,...

Denim woman reads a gardenWounds heal in fragrance of forest Skein of sea under silver wash of skySleeping soil beneath eucalyptus leavesRush of winged elm seed...