Your Muse is an Alcove in a Starbucks on Jasper
Among the rhythms you miss most is rising at half-past four, hot shower, kissing your wife who awakes from her dream, “Oh sweetheart,have a beautiful day,” and ...
Author: stephen t berg
My Neighbour’s Hydrangeas – Lenten Considerations Leaning Toward Easter
Taking into consideration, a Merlot-mellow chord progression, or the sight of a great grey owl surveying a ravine from an aspen limb, or, in spite of sorrow, th...
Poet Laureate – A Valentine
I’ve not craved the main stage. I like a side stage. I know what the Good Book says about hankering after the head table, and what the Good Lord thinks of highf...
Collage gleaned from volunteering at a local hospice
I keep her pictures close, they’re like comforters. We sit together in this backdrop of grief,his eyes, above his mask,like windows in rain. They did all they...