Sometimes while driving a dirt road beside a blooming canola field
Sometimes, while driving a dirt road beside a blooming canola field,all things become simple, exquisite, undivided. Yellows flow unframed and unforced through g...
Author: stephen t berg
An open letter to the Lord God complaining about the abundance of sickness and suffering
Let me begin by thanking you for delight. For I’ve sat in city parks listening to stories from mouths and eyes that know the earth, and at moments, the wo...
Twenty-nine years of marital steps and missteps
Isolating habits, a wandering mind, and ill-conceived ideas for gifts, are just a few things I’ve learned to own after 29 years of marriage. On this score...
Orange hawkweed
I don’t mind my feet stuck in hardpan or moss between my toes.I don’t mind the droughtand I don’t mind the storm.I have no need to flyanything...