Tag Archives: Writing
Fragments of a Poem
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
The Night
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.”
Short Poems
Meet me on the horizon between the edge of the sky and the end of the world Continue reading
Wind
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
The Reading Nook: Chamomile Tea
The Reading Nook is going to be a new weekly installment here on veryzoe.com. It’s all about sharing the links of things that are good to read curled up on a Sunday afternoon in a cozy reading nook. This week I wanted to share some of the nourishing things I’ve read. The things that I’d like to read while curled up with a cup of chamomile tea. Continue reading
On Holidays
Long hot haze filled days here. We go down to the beach and play in the surf. Leaping over waves and under waves, trying to catch the big waves in to the shore. Sand between our toes, sunshine on our … Continue reading
To my sister on her birthday
Happy 18th birthday, my littlest sister. I thought of what I could give you today (besides my old iPhone!) that would help you through the next few years as a new adult. I came up with a few pieces of advice that I would, and would not, give you. Continue reading
What’s new at VeryZoe.com?
I’ve tidied the site up a bit, given her a fresh coat of paint and removed the pages that no longer serve their purpose. I’ve also discounted everything in my store by 83%. Continue reading
I Am Not From Here
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
Home
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

