Sky Tsunami : Issue 12!

A tsunami falls from the sky, one drop at a time. Over the mountain pass are crayon earth and Kandinsky hills and Mohawk rims and blue basins and stone cats and galactic rocks and golden plants. Someone cries out: vocation, vocation, a kingdom for my vocation. While another whispers, all great loves will to some extent be stumbled upon.

We are always dreaming, dreaming, dreaming.

Try these existential recipes! Toss together men and women sharing a bathroom while an elderly woman collects a toll. Stir in a “crazy person from the wrong side of the tracks” who becomes a circus ringmaster. Watch as stones transform into stars. The doctor is: IN. Dreams. Daydreams. Night terrors. A stranger tells a woman that he has just seen a guy walk by wearing the same blue sundress that she is wearing. 

What was he dreaming…?

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Go to Issue 12!  Just out. Quite possibly the biggest one yet...
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Tangerine Mesa

An art deco funeral parlor from the 1940s becomes a mortgage company. One business deals in mort, the other in mortgage. A grey suited bank becomes a dance club. The club sells booze and the bank sells money, while both have rooms for smoking cigars. A car repair shop in a lofty garage becomes a furniture store. Changing oil steps aside for changing sheets. A movie theater becomes a drug store. Both sold pain relief, M&Ms, and popcorn.

Every day, it’s underneath our feet. Rock and sediment pile atop each other, spiky shale atop crumbling sandstone, sandstone atop conglomerate rock. Once there was an ocean and eerie fish and now there is a desert and mesas lit by a tangerine sunlight. Once Idaho was a coastline, now it’s an inland.

It’s above us. We stand in weather, the clouds roil and the rain falls. Above that, ultraviolet rays absorbed and silver airplanes fly. Above that, reigns the cold. And above that, air thins, astronauts float, and atoms drift into space.

The world is layers.

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...Take a look at the layers in Folks Press #11.

Travels in the Momentary Zeitgeist

Welcome to the Momentary Zeitgeist, the autobahn of the mind, a speeding stock car racing toward a vanishing point. Sunbathe on a nanosecond, swim in the data pool, take advice from a silicon dot, answer when called. Relish the jiffy.

This issue of Folks Press, we have birds and bugs and booms. Accordions, melodicas, and Leo. But there won’t be any Weeklies over the holidays. You can’t get everything you want, sadly, even in the Momentary Zeitgeist. Welcome to Issue #9. Number 9, number 9, number 9...

Folks Press has remodeled everything, top to bottom. Zounds!

Browse the new bookshelf. Every issue spine is on display, past to present. Check. Breeze from story to story, left to right across our new super snappy pages. Check. We're beaming the signal, locating that vibe of a new Folks Press. Check.

Swing by the Weekly communiqué. It’s brand new. The Weekly presents in one location all the most current short films, blogs, and specials. Every week! That includes the old features, such as Proud Owner and 32 Seconds. And the new, such as B-Roll and Quips and Please Call, which are the briefest animation, the latest in street talk, and myriad lost things.

Check....

We did this to make Folks Press simple and beautiful. We did this to make things easy to find. We did this because it’s fun.

Welcome to the Archeology of Living People!
—Folks Press

Hey, What's Up!

First off, we want everyone to know that the site will be unreachable for the second half of september. We've been working on a brand new website for the past month-and-a-half. There will be a new design, new content, and new folks.

More information will follow, but we are really excited about our new weekly publication. It will replace the blogs and FP Unplugged, while giving us more flexibility in our publishing. What that all means is that you can expect new and unique content evey week as we experiment with new concepts and whacky presentation.
Just wait to see what's comin' around the corner.

Folks Press Issue 7

Seriously -- what’s the meaning of an oil drum dressed as a tiki hut and a fragrant combo of candy-cigarette-corndog? And what’s that sound? Does someone really serenade in a street-Beethoven and Vandyke and Cheshire smile... with that keyboard and those songs? And what happens after the hammy opening-the-door schtick is over? It’s all exits and entrances. Appointment only, folks.

New Stuff

Esteemed Readers—

There’s the raw. And there’s the cooked. Between those two the appetite turns. We’ve been cookin’ stories. We’re now dishin’ up the raw. The uncooked. Folks Press is fully the raw and the cooked. ‘Cause we’re on the case, see.

Introducing Folkspress Unplugged! Where we publish the uncooked story. 

32 Seconds
Fastest story in the West.
We grab folks right where they are, point a camera, and they go after it! Watch peeps tell a story in under a minute. The clock is ticking….

From The Editor’s Desk
Diamonds in the rough.
We’re digging though the FP wastebasket for whatever stories, photos, and illustrations that never got published. But still have somethin’ goin’ on. Who knows why they didn’t make it. Maybe… the subject fell off the earth. But like love that lingers well after, there is still something there. And we’re gonna publish it.

While you’re at it, enjoy the fully seasoned features of Issue 6. There’s Mystery Train, HO scale romancing engineers. There’s Sea Change, Rich and Strange, a desperate beachcoming. There’s I’m Into Scenes, Man, musing on the problem of the muse: painting and love, painting and people. There’s Featured Attraction, a collection of lawn art so unlike the gnome. And there’s Opposite Day, a press conference that delivers.

  

Here comes the new stuff. Enjooooooy!

Colin and Arthur
Chief Story and Publishing Officers