Month: November 2013


He made maps. As though this place was not known. Like you couldn’t find it on the Rand McNally. If anything, his were more artful, more fancy and imaginative. Like those charted by New World explorers. He used a resin ink refined on an open flame and the soft vellum I made for him. Landmarks were given names hugger-mugger; Horse Tooth Rock, Crow’s Perch, Dirty Root Lake. The places he hadn’t been, the places that wasn’t known, were identified by swaths of white and empty, as though waiting patiently for the gods to populate it with life.