Stuff I believe, now that I’m sixty-one and basically a grown man
I once believed that I was an agent of original thought, now in the five-o’clock shadow of life, I see that I am something like a lego-man—a composite of longin...
Author: stephen t berg
Gerald goes for a latte in a mega-church lobby
Some simian fop not satisfied with basic hygiene and serviceable coverings, hung a lion’s tooth around his neck and the hunt for lions—for their chic teeth—was ...
Making a turn on View
This is a slightly reworked version of a poem I posted a few years ago. The reason for the repost is that recently I’ve reconnected—through that curious cultura...
What you hope for in a barista in any economy
is a greeting and a smile and reasonable attentiveness.A comment of good will, yes, that’s always nice.Really, anything more than the perfunctory is lovely:“Goo...