Your soul has a wide genealogy quite apart from you
When I grow heartsick by the convulsions of this world; hopeless by the egos holding our earth hostage; helpless by the spectre of nuclear winter, I go to the o...
Author: stephen t berg
Some hard reality for dreamers – and a warning for the rest of us
Happy April 1st, and happy Poetry Month! And here’s a slightly edited version: Have you had it up to herewith all those creative-come-mystic types ...
Approaching the 45th American Presidency
The following poem was published in Vancouver’s Westender yesterday…Thank you Westender! Approaching the 45th American Presidency I leave Planet Earth Po...
How to make something good happen: counsel for the perniciously officious politician
I could point to the ocean, the chickadees, the aspen trees, tell you to consider the Carthusian monks —you could learn something, especially from the ocean. I ...