We perch on tall stools, sipping at beers spiked with peach syrup. It is 5pm on a Saturday and a garbage truck is thunder. ‘I am...

Published by Femzine ‘I praise the scoring drought, the flying dust, the drying creek, the furious animal, that they oppose us still;...

A Poetry Collection by Zoë Porter-Parsons this one web ‘Reality cannot be found except in One single source, because of the...

A poem about sitting at my desk writing an assignment. Enchanted by the power of literature I fumble through oceans of words and meaning...

A reflection on cognitive dissonance and my vegan journey.