Praying to Small Gods The pose mothers take at the end of the day, in the silence, cheeks blushed by night light, is the bowing of relief. Sleep, the current that sways, ready to buoy children into … more →
Thread and BeadKristin Berger wrote 3 months ago: Praying to Small Gods The pose mothers take at the end of the day, in the silence, cheeks blushed … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 4 months ago: She Wants to Taste Everything Strawberries send their sister-shoots across the gravel path, leadin … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 8 months ago: This is Why I Write to save the breath within me the one that will soon join … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 9 months ago: In the Tenth Month for James Most everything is clear. The night’s moon … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 1 year ago: Mama Takes a Bubble Bath Here, wedge of water slim parcel of time her body traced by clouds clot … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 1 year ago: When Air Traffic Ceased Sept. 11, 2001 We come to the field at twilight, ou … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 1 year ago: Vanishing Point The wind is a steady hand at my chest. An hour to ride my bike head-first into sp … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 1 year ago: Counting Cross-Stitch She shares the morning with winter birds feeding beyond the window. Red, whi … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 1 year ago: Weather Hood up, he drags his feet through the morning’s puddles, away from the dull fury o … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 2 years ago: Missing Migration Two headlands jut craggy and gray into the brine, cupping the beach before the … more →
Kristin Berger wrote 2 years ago: Grounded Meant to live like a bird, my wings tuck into that sacred cleft neatly next to beating br … more →