Six Hand Drawn Sketches from the Summer of Nineteen Ninety Two

Bay, his back to me while he polished his gold signet ring with a white handkerchief.

An eight-dollar red ceramic mug sat next to his leather-bound blotter.

I laid the nineteen ninety-two draft of the green siren logo on the desk, the original manila envelope still tucked under my arm.

My thumb tapped against my index finger, measuring the sixty-pound continue reading …