November 2013 edition
Jens Peterson- Cloudest Speaker
October Edition 2013
Evan Lane is a photographer and director based out of Los Angeles. Evan and his girlfriend Kayla set out on a road trip across Vancouver Island. The plan? To spend 7 days traveling, eating what they were able to catch along the lakes and oceanfront, and camping wherever their Jeep (complete with Treeline Roof-top Tent) led them.
Summer Edition 2013
A wonderfully talented composer and film-scorer, creating original music for commercial and film spots.
Charles Bukowski's Nirvana revolves around a young man traveling to an undetermined destination, questioning his purpose in the world. Along the young man's aimless journey, he encounters a moment in time at a charming diner. In just that moment something is awakened inside of him, but even with a sense of purpose, sadness follows. "Nirvana" is a melancholy postcard from memories long past.
A beat maker, doodler, painter, & spirit stick maker, the sound Jens' creates, embodies the being of his natural rhythm.
Tuesday (audio to the side of text)
like a root i dove into the ground looking for something to lighten that little
amaranthine hole that exists in the back of my mind
i found friendly pebbles, remnants of ancestors, nutrition and moisture
i found you
everywhere i looked, silhouetted behind floral sheets hung to dry, caught
between adjectives and pronouns in Tom Robbin's book about Pyramids
i married you
in my mind, at the tobacco store, on a snowy porch or wooded cove by a
you said we looked good together despite being unimpressed by my
confession that if i had a choice, i'd be a sunflower.
You dove into America’s Southwest like a Juniper setting up shop in the
Sangre de Cristos
Settled, stoned and adaptable
i lost You there
Counted the days until we’d be our original selves
Well water, dancing up against the lip of the well and each other
Overflowing and abundant, able to share and give and only take a little
i wanted to be the water that boiled the baby’s bottle, You wanted to be the
rain that caused the flood
And so we jumped in, engulfed ourselves in one another
No bother if we never learned how to swim