Krista Fazendin

Poetry

Once

I was once a bright bird. my feathers glistened red, my gait, unfailing. I soared. I…
Broken

I searched… for sea glass — dented and bright, to catch sunlight’s dramatic repose, for time…
of books and coffeehouses

In books, time flies, and writers live out musings of dreams or nightmares. What does your…