Skip & Paula is back with “Lavender”

By Cameron Crowell // Editor

Hey Hey, I have taken a bit of a breaking from posting these little prose/poetry/comics, but I’ve had a few saved up that I want to get around to posting. Here’s the most recent one I’ve wrote about Skip & Paula.  

Skip picked three stalks of Lavender on his walk and twisted one through the holes in his brown wool sweater, pressing the other two for Paula in his notebook. She loved tea and scents and flowers like he. They were sweeter than he’d ever remembered. Lavender grew wild in the open lot beneath the apple tree beside the other weeds. The lot was a mudpile, but a mudpile that would become overgrown grass in late Spring.

Skip & Paula’s Bruising with Surreality: Paula’s last house party

By Cameron Crowell // Co-Editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips.

Skip & Paula’s Bruising with Surreality: Skip and Paula discuss leaving this shit hole

Cameron Crowell // Co-Editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips. 

Skip & Paula’s Bruisings with Surreality: The Big Float

Cameron Crowell // Co-Editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips.

Skip & Paula’s Bruisings with Surreality: Listen and Dance with me

Cameron Crowell // Co-Editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips.

Remember being between bodies. It was dark out and raining. There was a moon but clouds blocked its glow, we put the shades down anyways. Girlpool played and we danced like little ones, slightly behind beat. Paula said they were an ocean and Skip was a sailboat full of cherries that fell like raindrops on their window sill. And they danced and they danced and they never needed bodies to dance.

Skip & Paula’s Bruisings with Surreality: Paula’s Mountains

By Cameron Crowell // Co-Editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips. So I didn’t post one last week… My B I was busy! 

Skip & Paula’s Bruisings with Surreality: Skip’s new squat

By Cameron Crowell // Co-Editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips. 

Skip & Paula’s Bruisings with Surreality: The Gnome who studied walls and had a part in starting the world

By Cameron Crowell // Co-editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind. Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips. 

Skip & Paula’s Bruisings with Surreality: Introducing Skip #1

by Cameron Crowell // Co-editor

This is a poetry column I am currently working on about a couple trying to travel by train through a non-linear world. On some days the sun sets and on others it rises. Sometimes they talk in places and with bodies and others times they float. I don’t have an order of how to read these in mind, but these first two (this week’s poem and next week’s) can be seen as *scare quote* character introductions *scare quote* Think of them more like poetry-comic-strips.