Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest your palms upon them, stare at the crystal, And think of time. My father was a clown, My mother was a gypsy out of Egypt; And she was gotten with child in a strange way; And I […]Read more "My Father was a clown"
Vulnerability is what I want this story to be about. It’s not a story that will flow from introduction to conclusion in any sort of order, but more like a series of thoughts and moments that have left their imprint on my body in their own subtle way. I mean this in the sense that […]Read more "Zoe’s epic story of wonder and joy and dooom…"