Zia FoxhallPicture Perfectpicture perfect pieces in a waiting game of broken clocks and upturned calendars.Dec 7, 2020Dec 7, 2020
Zia FoxhallLetters from the end of her roadI’d like to write letters to the woman sitting at the end of her road,Sep 29, 2020Sep 29, 2020
Zia FoxhallStar Gazing (essay)The night of January 26th was so cold that I couldn’t feel my feet until the next morning. As I lay in my sleeping bag beside the mouth of…Sep 20, 2020Sep 20, 2020
