Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

of old dust and rubber bands.

“Came in the early delivery from the north,” Bob said, wiping a gray spot off his sorting scale. “No postage strip, just a hand-stamped mark from the transit terminal.”

I checked the weight by tapping my thumb against my index finger, testing the spring of the package. Inside was heavy seventy-pound layout continue reading …