My Manifesto
And maybe if I just wrote you a manifesto of everything that’s wrong with me you could look at it and calculate if I’m worth it but my whole life is my manifesto and my love is my manifesto and I can’t summarise my soul […]
About:Zoe Winther
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http://www.zoewinther.com
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In school, Zoe was a straight-A nerd with a problem with authority figures and rules.
In 2015, Zoe started both Pickford Media and Mortals Melbourne with the intention of standing for the success of other business women.
Zoe has worked extensively in the media industry, from producing radio to television and film sets, and she also has credits as editor of multiple online platforms.
Zoe's favourite topics revolve around being a ~*~*~Content Goddess~*~*~, but she also writes and talks on DIY marketing, improving SEO, audio, video and written content creation, and mental health in business.
Want to know more? Email Zoe: zoe@pickfordmedia.com
Posts by Zoe Winther :
I could wait forever.
I could wait forever. I could wait for mountains to move, for ice to melt, for fires to burn, for enough space to be cleared between us to finally see you clearly. But I won’t. Because I’d rather be dynamite. And I’ve blown out the wicks on enough TNT to have the time anymore: Not […]
A love letter to Wildflowers
The ones who grow. Who bloom. Who rise like the dawn and set the sky ablaze with everything that they are, all that they create, the wide, wild worlds they’ve dreamed up and are hell-bent on fire-breathing into existence. They might be limelight seekers, or sunlight bathers, or moonlight dancers. The ones who poke petalled […]
Is this a Good or a Bad Omen?
Feels like we’ve been edging for months now, so, fuck it. Let’s edge this. Like we’re ice-skating to the end of the moon, Like we’re dancing on white lines, Like the M25 is a ring of inferno and we’re trying to break through somehow, While dancing with our demons, While skirting the line between keeping […]
A year ago today, I set sail.
*This piece was originally written in 2015 and was recently dug up from an old hard drive, begging to be shared again. Travel, just go. Open your eyes and experience your life. For Zo, a year ago: You will cry on the plane. You will be stuck outside for hours unable to get into your […]
I think she might be magic
I think she might be magic, the way she dances like that, as thought she is the blue-hot flame of a candles in the wind, trying to tell you a resounding No! from the universe when you ask it for validation. I think she might be magic, the way she emanates light, like she is […]
Can you teach me how to howl at the moon?
Can you teach me how to howl at the moon? Because I think I could leave you softer than how I found you. […]
I think I might be done here,
but I can’t work it out: are all the times a day I see your name a confirmation or a warning? Because there’s not a single night I wouldn’t run away with you on grand adventures or just to your pillowcase but eagle wings are built to spread across the sky not carry this weight. […]
