These strangled prayers for peace
I’m alone on the beach, but for a thousand driftwood friends, some reasonably good throwing rocks, and a cigar for rumination. I’m sitting on an anc...
Author: stephen t berg
Thirty-one years and still we prune
For years you pruned the wild saskatoons that grew up the lane by the cottage, while I carted the blighted branches, their leaves curled and black, to the fire ...
Feather cloud above the cerulean skin of the Pacific
Yesterday afternoon, walking east of Victoria’s Breakwater along the Dallas Road cliffs, above the brilliant cerulean skin of the Pacific, a cirrus “feat...
The Psalm of Humpty Dumpty
praise with sounds of accordion and kazoopraise with pots, pans, chicken dance toopraise with lute and lyre, the loons and liarspraise empire and emperor &...