Poem* 5
I want my day to feel like a whopping dollop of crème fraîche in a bowl of the juiciest strawberries...
Continue reading »I want my day to feel like a whopping dollop of crème fraîche in a bowl of the juiciest strawberries...
Continue reading »Sometimes I don’t want to smile Sometimes I’d rather scream For behind the shiny silken screen is a broken story...
Continue reading »Just let the words fall Just let them flow They may tumble or trip They may bobble and skip At...
Continue reading »You are the sun’s first rays through the dusty blinds the orange poppies on a mountainside You’re the funny fizzle...
Continue reading »I should very much like to roll around in nonsense for at least an hour or two. To flap my...
Continue reading »I was sitting in the front row, almost center. On either side of me sat a dozen women, with another...
Continue reading »If someone really loved me, they would buy me an etymology dictionary for my birthday (which is in less than...
Continue reading »I will never reveal the number of hours I have spent trying to learn this dance. Let’s just say it’s...
Continue reading »It always seems that I gear up for momentous occasions/holidays/events, excited for the pivot point I anticipate it to be...
Continue reading »When Christmas was close enough on the horizon that I could see it, but still far enough away that I...
Continue reading »I had a feeling it was going to be my kind of town when we drove in and saw a...
Continue reading »I’ve gone through my pictures about forty times today–the pictures I took while I was on tour with Mindy and...
Continue reading »Hello! I’m Krista. Welcome to my site. When people ask me what I “do”… Sometimes I tell them I’m a photographer. Other times I tell them I’m a publicist. And sometimes I just fess up and say, “I don’t really know.” I lost my job a couple years ago, so...
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