by Sarah Crowder | Mar 5, 2022
I’m still working out where I fit on the religious/spiritual spectrum. Do I have a relationship with one god or goddess, or hundreds, or none? Is god just a convenient placeholder for a word that doesn’t exist for the magic of the universe? Am I praying when I...
by Sarah Crowder | Feb 14, 2022
This is a rich, tangy condiment made from foraged goodies that tastes amazing with sausages, cheese, spring rolls, and I’m sure loads of other stuff that I haven’t thought of putting it with yet. It’s a kind of cross between ketchup and hoisin, but...
by Sarah Crowder | Jan 24, 2022
**I wrote this piece over a year ago and while I still love the man I wrote about, it’s more because you never really stop loving anyone, and it doesn’t feel hungry or burning anymore. It’s the kind of love that’s in a back pocket of some jeans I...
by Sarah Crowder | Oct 30, 2020
We’re in the water, you in your boxer shorts and me in my swimsuit. I don’t know if I’ve ever been happier than this. I want to tell you that I feel full to the gills with joy right now, like my fingertips are fizzing with it trying to burst out. I...
by Sarah Crowder | Oct 17, 2019
The working, and perhaps more appropriate, title for this was “Public Transport Creep”. (Overground from Crouch Hill to Barking) You were on the very delayed overground train from Gospel Oak to Barking, Sunday the 1st of September. I didn’t notice you...
by Sarah Crowder | Apr 5, 2018
A short story inspired by the Neil young album of the same name. I always do a rapid rat-a-tat-tat when I knock on Adam’s door. “You’re just like a shaken-up bottle of Pepsi, aren’t you?”, that’s what Adam’s mum said to me one time. She was wearing an...
by Sarah Crowder | Oct 10, 2017
Richie Rich, The Bran-Man, the original Virgin, I know it’s been a while since I last saw you but I hope you’ll forgive me for skipping the pleasantries and going straight to the heart of the matter. You can’t cry in space. I learned that in Mr Frye’s science...
by Sarah Crowder | Jul 10, 2017
These lists of words were inspired by this quote; “I think the act of naming something implies, very simply, that you’re not alone. We give names to things so we can talk about them. Once there’s a word for an experience, it feels contained somehow—and the...
by Sarah Crowder | Apr 21, 2017
“Oh wow, you look far too young to have a son in his fifties!” Maria says to Beverly. If we were in England now Beverly would say, “thank you”. We aren’t in England anymore Toto. “I was the victim of a violent crime you see,...
by Sarah Crowder | Feb 7, 2017
I’m not advocating for laziness or complacency or apathy in a time where there are people that need your help and rights to fight for and action to be taken, but sometimes you need to do something that for a second or an hour makes you forget that the world as...
by Sarah Crowder | Feb 3, 2017
A version of this piece originally appeared in our Amtrak (adventures through the South) zine, and was inspired by the countless summer storms that sought us out from Birmingham, Alabama all the way to Terlingua in Texas. “The calm before the storm” is a...
by Sarah Crowder | Jan 31, 2017
Day 7 The contraceptive pill was working it’s dark and ugly magic by the time I got to Szechenyi thermal baths. I felt infuriated by the guy on reception telling me that the massage wasn’t available without a gift voucher (but I couldn’t buy a gift...
