Poems and pictures from the Sonoran Desert
In time, after many hikes, with our hosts (my sister and brother-in-law), these prairie-born eyes gained some pause and poise—enough at least to walk within, le...
Author: stephen t berg
we all shine on into the mystic
it’s like butter melting into brown sugar or like listening to hendrix play little wing or hearing hope return to the voice of a friend or loo...
Surprised by Love
It started slow—a bead of warmth at the base of my stomach. It was an ordinary day, it may even have been a Monday, but this detail escapes me. There was nothin...
Cat eyes
The stray cat, who sits at the window of my basement office each morning, composed within her cloud of fur, unnerves me, for I think she pities me. Yesterday he...