Asylum

Posted on January 12, 2012 by stephen t berg / 0 Comment

Loneliness is just a place. A branch on the leafless tree in the median, the square of grey grass beneath a transmission tower, a condominium called Quest, yet ...

Art/Beauty/Poetics

Poem broken open

Posted on January 4, 2012 by stephen t berg / 10 Comments

I like the ribald poems of sloggers and shufflers, their sweeping hands and glint-eyes, the meat still in their teeth as they tell it loud. I like swaggering po...

Poetics

I saw a young man

Posted on December 9, 2011 by stephen t berg / 8 Comments

I saw a young man. Saw him lean casual by the counter, waiting. Saw him list as he walked, his cup cradled. Saw him lower himself in a chair. And pushing his ca...

Culture/Poetics

Song of position and momentum

Posted on December 5, 2011 by stephen t berg / 2 Comments

She walks on 103 avenue. There is a melancholy to her gait. A dog that gets her plods beside. When everything is perfect like this how can she get to the nub of...