All posts by Kristin Berger

Physics of Fire

We drove along the edge of the burn line, right down to the Columbia River, 70 mph with the windows rolled up. One month and 50 percent-contained, the air tasted like char and the sea. Saw where fire fell upwards and cascaded into wind, jumped

Echolocation

Let’s work this out in the dark. I find you, you find me. A snapshot under a streetlight’s warm brim, small furred mouths taking moth bodies whole. Intimacy is blood in the pitched chambers, trace and return, the long-foretold figure-eight of oxygenated rush. It requires