If I were to do it all over again
Let me say this up front, (so as not to bore you with a tidy circular ending to this poem,) that if I were to do it all over again, there’s much I would do just...
Author: stephen t berg
Saved
Blossoms bleed in the churn of ocean winds. Hearts die for want of flight. Visions evaporate. These are things you understand. But one dawn a bird flew past you...
Recorded in a haze of aspen saplings
Above the cliffs along the Jaun de Fuca strait are fragments of prairie, and when I walk dutifully on the asphalt paths beside the Meadow barley, Nodding onion ...
By God, for a minute there it suddenly all made sense!
…says a wizened monkish man looking up from a large open book. (From a New Yorker cartoon.) Today over Christendom is the celebration of Pentecost, that i...