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Louis Jenkins



Today air and water have fused, no lake, no sky, no horizon. . . an apartment wall. A Kline poster for decoration, books, cinder blocks and boards, teapot, frying pan, coffee cup. . . the dishes pile up in the sink. The faucet drips, drips a [...]

The Northern River

Our map must have been drawn by an amateur cartographer who, too anxious to please his readers, provided imaginary portages around real rapids. Muskeg, brush, blackflies, and mosquitos. . . . In one place we had to crash through a sticky spruce t [...]