Author: stephen t berg

  Sometimes, words fall through spaceout of sheer loneliness; pine for connection.Take any noun, on its own,vagrant, indigent, languishing in isolation.But shou...

  Out on the eastern terminus of Suturna Island, I crept past tide pools and reams of seaweed and knelt on the jagged basalt; knelt at the blue foot of Mount Ba...

  The border of Gaza is outlined by the bodies of children.The children who escape until the next raiddream of a day without tremors. Weaned under oxide clouds,...

  When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,the moon and the stars that you have established;what are humans that you are mindful of them,mortals th...