The Family Scar
Your family has one too.A scar carried on the skin of its name.Fading over time. But never erased. Discreet, then raised and red in the allergy of memory. A p...
Author: stephen t berg
Committing an Act of Essential Travel
I never thought of myself as an outlander, an alien-migrant, a provincial trespasser. I never thought eying car bumpers would become a habit to break. (My name ...
Conversation in a Park
Perhaps a softer world awaits. There are signs for it. Like the sunset last evening, quite ripe and full of magenta. Like peaceful protests in incendiary tinder...
Elderhood
There’s a big difference between life and lifespan. That’s your dad. Hell-bent for success, is to fail. That’s your mom. Except she wouldn’t have said “hell-ben...