NATE PRITTS

 

Irminsul IV

We tell the story of our life
            As we live it
Slowly             But with fierce hunger
 
A wave of events
Movements and days
 
                                      Accreting
 
And the ocean’s gentle murmur
Always rushing
 
            Though there is no water
                        Anywhere in sight
 
And even the memory of it fades
 
 
 



 

[Typewriter On Quiet Table]

Typewriter on quiet table
            In corner dark
Holds itself still
                                    Contemplative
Like a lake in winter.
 
To that image
                        I apply the hard color
Of a sunflower         In proudest summer bloom.
 
I can take that same color away
            Add some other material to the incantation
 
Let it sing
            The song which is the world
                        The mystery within
 
                        That wondrous fluorescence
                                                We have forgotten how to see.
 
I turn the lamp off     Submerge the room
            And come back into myself            Slowly
To reside there
                        Feeling all the damage around me.
 
 
 


NATE PRITTS is the Director and Founding Editor of H_NGM_N (2001), an independent publishing house that started as a mimeograph ‘zine, and the author of eight books of poetry, including “Decoherence”, which won the 42 Miles Press Poetry Award and will be published in the fall of 2017. He lives in the Finger Lakes region of NY State. [natepritts.com]


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