Hi,
My name's Zoe, and I love to write! I hope to share this with you in my posts xx
Noise is always the first thing Peter McCleod thinks of when reflecting on his childhood and his parents' blue, Massachusetts two-storey.
By Zoe Cote2 years ago in Fiction
From the moment I saw this lizard, I knew he was different. Maybe it was just my overactive sense of empathy or my unhealthy tendency to personify all things non-human, but one lost soul can recognize another.
By Zoe Cote3 years ago in Earth
The feel of wet swim suits, sunshine, and skin The sense of new fingers and holding hands I just wanted to be wrapped up within
By Zoe Cote3 years ago in Poets
When I look at my feet, Tan and splotchy I see my mother’s The two that carry me now Exact replicas of what lifted me In the first years of my life
