Cascades by Mike Berger It was a dreary day; dark and somber. The smell of moisture hung heavy in The air. It was still and cold. A gentle snow began to fall; it broke the dark spell. Fluffy flakes danced... Continue Reading →
Skipping Rocks by Mike Berger One, two, three, four; yes, but--- why can't I get more than four skips before Sir Isaac Newton calls that rock back home? You don't need to know much about trigonometry or the cosine of... Continue Reading →
Aspen and Pine by Mike Berger Breath comes hard on the steep incline. In the soft soil, you take three steps and slide back two. Sweat fills your head band. Something you can't explain wells up from deep inside. Why... Continue Reading →
Poetry Breakfast 