‘George Aiken’s Map, 1846’ by Jean Atkin

  George Aiken’s Map, 1846 As if these paper islands were crumpled in a ball and crushed and hurled into backlit rain and rolled before a filthy wind – she wrings the sheet and smoothes it with strong palms, as if next she’d iron these wet and whalebacked hills – as if a capsized gale ripped up wet paper and melted it to rags, the … Continue reading ‘George Aiken’s Map, 1846’ by Jean Atkin