dave roskos | big hammer no. 15

Welcome to Big Hammer #15

For Whom Who Keeps A Record:
front cover by Brian Chippendale | Back cover by rjs | Michael Shores ….2 Angela Mark …..3 Kell Robertson ….5, 6, 7 David Scott Pointer …7 David Cope ….8, 9 Joel Lewis ….10 Cathy Porter ….10 Joe Weil….11 John Lunar Richey …12 Tom Kryss ….13 Ed Galing….14 David Elsey… 15, 18 Donald Lev …..15, 22 D.R. Wagner ….16 Ron Androla….l7, 18, 19,20 Sarah Henry ….20 Marc Olmstead ….21, 22 Mather Schneider ….22, 23 Patrick Fealey ….24, 32 Charles Portolano …..25 Tom Obrzut …25 Mark Weber …26 Matt Borkowski ….27 Michael Conner …28 Michael Wurster ….28 Marc D. Goldfinger …29, 30 Dave Roskos …30,41 Sam Friedman …31 Rick Kearns …..32 Jen Dunford ….33 Ken Greenley ….34 Charles P. Ries …..35 normal …..36 Tom Pulhamus …38 Lyn Lifshin ….38 Guy R. Beining …38, 49 Paul Sohar ….39 Candace Kaucher ….40 Bree  Zlee ….41 Jay Passer ….41 M. Kettner ….42 John Bennett …..42, 56 Steve Richmond …43 Jeffrey Cyphers Wright …44 Hugh Fox ….44 Tom Weigel ….45 Joel Dailey ….46, 47 Richard Martin ….48, 49 Dennis Saleh …49 J.J. Campbell ….50 Gene Bloom ….50 Christopher Byck interviewed by Ben Smith……51 thru 54 B.Z. Niditch ….55 Arthur Winfield Knight ….56, 57 Kit Knight ….57 Dolores Guglielmo …..58 Douglas Blazek …..58

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Illustration by Michael Shores (2003)

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Thank You for reading Big Hammer

PEACE IN OUR TIME

Illustration by Angela Mark

REMEMBERANCES

I don’t remember the reason we sat in front of Rite Aid that night.
Someone needed a prescription filled.
I do remember my mom banging her paims on the steering wheel,
Asking, “Why did you ever become a writer?”

“I don’t know mom. it was you and dad that bought me a desk
for Christmas.”

“That’s because your 6th grade teacher told us you had potential
to be a professional writer. Not poetry, music and that other stuff.”

She was visibly angry at the situation which brought us together.
We were picking up pills for her husband Bob I now remember.
It was the eve of his disappearance. Entering one hospital after another.
Finally – allowed to rest – we surrounded Bob with the Lord’s Prayer.

Such remembrance strangely triggered by a Leonard Cohen self-portrait –
A drawing of his face – left lobe opened – in which he scrawled:
I never found the girl
I never got rich
Follow me

– John Lunar Richey