Author: stephen t berg

  It’s that time at the close of the afternoon, when you rise to the evening, go down the spiral stairs to the glass-walled bar overlooking the swimming pool an...

  Inscription at the entrance:“Nós ossos que aqui estamos pelos vossos esperamos.”)“We bones that are here, for your bones we wait.” Step into the bone chapel i...

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...