Into the haze arms outstretched
The shroud of smoke from the mainland fires is returning. The cigarette-ash grey dome is returning, with its swinging censer of bitter incense, its pewter rinse...
Author: stephen t berg
I want joy to claim you
I want to write for you the story of redemption, maybe not the story that comes to mind at the word redemption, but the open and flowing and liberating slow dis...
After 32 years, it feels like something sacred
Our first house, like a bad suit, never fit the foundation. Gaps beside the basement window casings were revolving doors for mice and a collection of bugs. Bits...
Last night in a dream
Last night in a dream, snow, amounts the size of clouds, then there was a railway track, abandoned, spiralling high above our northern town, then I was driving ...