[My Zendik memoir is due out from She Writes Press on May 8, 2018. To order signed copies, go here.]
I began spinning a fantasy about Zendik mating the night I arrived.
Cross-legged on the living room floor, a metal bowl nestled in my lap, I watched a short, round woman with buoyant ringlets burst in from the kitchen, bowl in hand. Another woman called to her, across the room: “Are you having a date tonight?”
Between them lay a sea of Zendiks; maybe two-thirds of the Farm’s sixty-plus members filled every chair, couch, and patch of rug. The lemon scent of Murphy’s Oil fused with the glow of standing lamps to bathe us in resinous incandescence.
Forks clanged against stainless steel. Chatter rolled past me like delicate thunder. Continue reading