Eugene – Emma Zimmerman

Her Everything

By zimmerma1 | August 24, 2018September 16, 2018 by zimmerma1

“Hello, I just want to introduce myself. My name is Emma and I am conducting a research project, traveling around the country and collecting stories from immigrant women in agriculture. I heard about your market and was wondering if there might be someone here I could talk to.” It was not my normal way of acquiring research subjects. Usually, these conversations materialize after a couple of emails back-and-forth, a forwarding to a co-worker, a referral…

Poetry and Reflections

Tracktown, USA

By zimmerma1 | August 21, 2018September 16, 2018 by zimmerma1

In Eugene, I slept on the couch of an Herbalist. If, in slumber, I leaned too far to my left, the cushions would slump, sink, at a diagonal, pulling my unconscious body down with them. At 3 in the morning I’d awake to the sound of crickets outside the double doors a nuzzle of black fur, a cat named Mortimer, pawing, climbing his way towards me, then settling on my chest, his breathing slowing…