I’ll see you down river, I can’t wait, I love you!
I came to fatherhood as delinquent.A truant. My charter: imprudence.And then, in one small announcement … well, let me put it like this:There are upheava...
Author: stephen t berg
It Sometimes Happens when a Friend has Died
As long as you read this poem I will be writing it. I am writing it here and now, before your eyes…, —Alden Nowlan, “An Exchange of Gifts” It sometimes ha...
Geometry of Dignity and the Etiquette of Possibility
When we talk, don’t pull your chair up opposite of meso that the only thing I can see is you, sitting there like an inquisition.And don’t swing your chair aroun...