Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

of your old work, Martha?” Bob asked, leaning his elbows on the counter.

“It is a layout I thought was locked in a vault in Seattle,” I said, my finger tracing the sharp charcoal lines of the border.

“Someone must have gone to a lot of trouble to find your address,” Bob said, looking at the block letters.

I did not wait to explain the continue reading …