We are just people
You’d like to find a way to capture that first bit of clarity that arrives as rouge light rising rosily behind the rigging of pines while reading the Torah with...
Author: stephen t berg
The Tragic Leaf
I On every tree there is a leaf near or at the end of a branch that waves the hardest. It is the one most exposed to the wind. The tragic leaf. The one that kno...
A Profusion of Marigolds
This poem was inspired by all the artists, novice and veteran, who share their paintings with us across various public forums. Please know, your art lingers, th...
If God Was My Neighbour
Sure, if God was my neighbour I’d be outside mowing the lawn all day, glancing over the fence on every pass and at night tremble under the sheets. How could you...