Author: stephen t berg
Restoration Ode
Our souls, dear child, have grown scornful, our hearts are fastened on Wall Street, and our minds, fractious, intemperate, are furious with any headline we di...
Why God Sends Egrets to Ride on Backs of Zebras (Men I Know)
I know a man who attracts hummingbirds wherever he goes,they flock and whirr and dart and fight to be the first to drink,he says not, but I think he may be a fl...
Designated Non-Griever
If you are a modern personyou won’t have a clan, tribe or village, where you can go crashing through gates, drunk with grief, your indigenous soul seared, sev...