Cassandra Fazio

  • When Morning Breaks

    When Morning BreaksThey say the currents are not safe I long to swing from tree to tree And still my line is answered with a cold, electrical machine I dreamt my forest sisters came to take me back We danced in

  • The state of democracy in my state of California

    I am on the plane, descending into Sydney, having left California the day of our tragic election results. I am seated next to a US pollster, one who finally asked my opinion of our democratic charade. I lamented that our