When you’re walking
When you’re walking Ogden Point breakwater at sundown, covered in yellow light, watching the silhouette of the Olympic Mountains sharpen under a near-full...
Author: stephen t berg
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...
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...