Author: stephen t berg

  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...

  There was a time when you were almost content with what you were taught; a time you could almost believethe popular deceptionof creating your own unfading hav...

  Here’s what I remember: it wasn’t at first sight,owing to the burdens of loss we both carried,and owing to the complications (me, already a father,her, alread...