One year after my father-in-law’s death

Posted on September 5, 2013 by stephen t berg / 4 Comments

One year after my wife’s father took his life,his children go through his garage:a repository of memory-imbued material. And on this day, the rite of reca...

Love/Peace/Poetics/Spirituality

Find the boy inside

Posted on August 31, 2013 by stephen t berg / 6 Comments

A person’s life purpose is nothing more than to rediscover, through the detours of art, or love, or passionate work, those one or two images in the presen...

Culture/Environment/Nature/Poetics/Politics

America

Posted on August 27, 2013 by stephen t berg / 2 Comments

Clay cliffs rise above blue morning hills,the Tobacco River below, rolls over rocks. Tracks in the gorge promise a train; long for the tri-tone whistle. An acre...

Culture/Humour/Poetics

To the woman in Starbucks: Aging man’s blues

Posted on August 23, 2013 by stephen t berg / 6 Comments

To the lady who sat next to me, then inched her table away, and to the table-movers to come: I am sorry. It is this damn aging. I have smiled at babiesin their ...