Passion Week, Easter and Two Memories of a Tricycle
It’s late spring and the leaves of poplars are deepening from lime-green to mint. I am on my tricycle in the shallow depression between the house and the barn, ...
Author: stephen t berg
Too late in the day for regret
Too late in the day for regret: those years of lysergic and Lebanese, of mushrooms and Millers, when we knew, despite the fugue of dissipation in the theatre of...
Crossing the Strait of Georgia
Crossing the Strait of Georgia on the Queen of Coquitlum, Vancouver Island rising into the deepening colours, passing through all the stages of peach, coral, th...
Sometimes I think about Eva Cassidy
Sometimes I think about Eva Cassidy whose voice was ointment to me, who sang cover songs, painting them with her own soaring colours while honouring their creat...