by Sarah Crowder | Sep 28, 2016
I didn’t get my first period until I was 14. I was so excited that I whipped my freshly stained white knickers off and waved them in my mother’s face like a triumphant flag. I was so happy, the fact that every other girl in my year at school had already started...
by Sarah Crowder | Sep 19, 2016
It all becomes so much clearer with a bit of distance. I was too close to see the truth before. I admired you from afar since I was 11 years old. Your glow, your mysterious beauty, your pull. How my heart gravitated towards you. I dreamed of conquering you and calling...
by Sarah Crowder | Sep 13, 2016
I’ve lived in at least twenty different houses in my life, but one has felt more like home than any other; a semi detached council house on a council estate in a tiny Surrey village. I moved there when I was five years old and we had to move away when I was...
by Sarah Crowder | Sep 9, 2016
Things that can put me off a man likes Morrissey. My hatred of Morrissey and his whining voice, his flouncing around on stage, his militant brand of veganism and his racist views has also put a boy off me many years ago. We were on the bus on the way from his house...
by Sarah Crowder | Aug 26, 2016
This is going to be a new regular feature, me doing my favourite thing; writing endless, pointless lists. Do you ever wonder how many people came up with the idea for the light bulb, the telephone, the wheel, etc, before they were invented but just couldn’t be...
by Sarah Crowder | Aug 20, 2016
This piece is an amalgamation of a couple of pieces I wrote for our Amtrak zine which you can buy from us here or from Pioneer’s Press here (Pioneer’s press should be cheaper shipping than us if you are in the USA) Marfa’s a tiny city in far West...
by Sarah Crowder | Jul 4, 2016
In the summer of 2015 Sophie and I traveled across the southern states of America by Amtrak train, and in the spring of this year we wrote a zine about all the adventures we had. Pioneers Press are now stocking that zine, if you want to get a copy go here A version of...
by Sarah Crowder | Mar 30, 2016
“I’m a bit OCD”, meaning “I even hoover under the rug when I clean my room and I do it at least once a week”, no longer bothers me like it used to. It’s a losing battle to fight against the evolution of language anyway. Things...
by Sarah Crowder | Mar 9, 2016
My original plan was that I would somehow get hold of Puff Daddy, I would grill him about his and Biggie’s favourite old haunts in Brooklyn and the two of us would go on some kind of crazy restaurant crawl, at the end of which we would be best friends. Puffy...
by Sarah Crowder | Mar 9, 2016
Illustrations by Chris Harward. Photos by Sarah Crowder. Sophie and I have been “going back to Cali” at least once a year every year for the last three years now. We drive around in rented cars (I say “we” but it is always Sophie driving since...
by Sarah Crowder | Mar 9, 2016
Illustrations by Chris Harward On this day 19 years ago Biggie was killed. I was two weeks away from my 12th birthday when Christopher Wallace (aka the notorious B.I.G) was shot dead outside the Peterson Automative museum in Los Angeles, and I had no idea who he was....
by Sarah Crowder | Feb 10, 2016
This is a short story I wrote for our recent zine, ‘My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys; Townes Van Zandt Edition’ that we released in conjunction with our monthly tribute night. I was inspired by songs from Townes’ albums ‘Flyin shoes’...
