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Folks Press Magazine: Issue 13
It's All About The Weather

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Colin Green
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Different Pizza, Different Beer
News is every moment ...It's all true.

Straggling down Mississippi Ave on an overheated afternoon, donning black Chuck Taylors, baggy jeans, a loose denim shirt unbuttoned over a black tee, a baseball cap, and a three-day shadow, a man in his early sixties slipped a bottle of vodka from his front pocket and took another swig. Screwing the cap back on and returning the bottle discreetly to his pocket, the man, pausing to spit a gob of phlegm onto the median, introduced himself to a couple seated on a bench, casually mentioning that he was K*C*, drummer from the legendary but aging punk band BhS. Slow to the punch line but a steady wit, K*C* chatted up the couple regarding hippies and punks, riches and debauchery, touring and bands, pausing to spit a gob before detailing what life had been like in the glory daze, wiping his mouth while smiling a row of well-maintained teeth and informing the couple that every night it was a "different city, different girl, different pizza, different beer."


Don’t miss other bizarro weather effects in The Magisterial Sky!

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Animation & Photographs by Arthur Chang
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I'm chief publisher and assistant editor for Folks Press.
Photographs by Colin Green
artist - photographer - writer
I'm the instigator of Folks Press. As well as a person who dons many hats: founder, publisher, editor, writer, musician...
Pillow Talk
Photo essays, backing tracks, little things…

It's there beside the couch, moving. Speaking in a foreign tongue. It's a shadow speaking, black and calm. Soon I begin to understand the words, they tell a story. I can see the story, as you always do while being read to. Described is a time from my life, long ago. Long ago, familiar, and gone.

Shadows are weather. And weather is like that…


We're on a weather adventure unlike any other! Join us for The Magisterial Sky!

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Anna Beaty
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Anna is a native Oregonian who somehow, somewhere, acquired a 19th century gentlewoman's skillset...
Arthur Chang
FP CPO
I'm chief publisher and assistant editor for Folks Press.
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When we can't let go, who do we call?

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