Pacha, by Nick Hilbourn
We fell to the earth / in a reckless body of white fire
Melancholic visionary of history, prophecy, death, and life. Sound like the definition of “poet”? Here is Nick Hilbourn’s new chapbook of poems, leading us into the darkness and urging us to breathe deeply what it has to teach.
Early in the morning they set out to write down the body of god from clues he’d left there. Westward movement and leaving hints in the air, bright language of rocks and foliage, in bare expanses of bleached sand and rock and once, sitting burning white holes in the pelagic night sky over a desert where all directions bled into one another and it became clear, those early place writers, their noble mission: the writing of the land was not mere copy, but a divine act: they saw a new Bible started at Plymouth Rock, the Revolution – once that arises around you, you see it everywhere you go. - excerpted from "Τόποςγραφία" (cycle of three sonnets and twelve tankas)