Hi! I’m Zoe
I really believe I can be someone who changes the world in a positive way, and that everyone else can be too.
I'm a student, hippie, older sister, bicycle rider, amateur website designer, loom knitter, novice seamstress, and a little bit eccentric.
I love public speaking, photography, writing and cooking. I'm fluent in English, Sarcasm and Bullshit.
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Category Archives: Poems
A draft of a poem in response to the quote “She was like the moon, part of her was always hidden away” (Dia Reeves, Bleeding Violet). — She was like the moon, A soft reflection of a light That was … Continue reading
Tonight it is windy. It has been windy all day. My windows rattle in their frames and the door bangs just loudly enough to annoy me, just a smudge too loud to ignore. I walked to work in the wind, … Continue reading
These poem fragments go with Mideatheire, a Korsakow film that links them with video and makes the order and repetition of the lines jumbled and determined in part by the user. For further discussion about the project, I’ve written a reflection … Continue reading
I turned back. “But, the night?” She paused, turning the words over in her mind until they found the form she wanted. “The night,” she replied, “is never as dark as it seems.”
Meet me on the horizon between the edge of the sky and the end of the world Continue reading
There’s a rail but I’m still afraid I might be picked up and blown off. One way to fly I suppose. Not falling, but flying: straight down for a very short time. Continue reading
I am not from here and I don’t know the way. I’m making it all up as I go, But I do not know if I’m making it up the right way. Is there a right way? Who wants to … Continue reading
I saw familiarity in their faces Every face looked like home. Where am I home? If home is where the heart is, I’m torn across the globe. If home is with my family, I’m scattered to the winds. If home … Continue reading