Birds in the Tops of Winter Trees
  
Ron Houchin
  

Foreword by Marianne Worthington

 

  

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Birds in the Tops of Winter Trees
ISBN 978-1-1893239-86-9
74 pages.   $15.00.

Ron Houchinís Birds in the Tops of Winter Trees wonders about reality: at best, itís tentativeóif it can be measured at all, it is only in the smallest and briefest moments and not even those moments seem connected. "Things change and begin to let go, like leaves," Houchin says in one poem; "I am a segment of life lying on the couch," he says in another. The imagery throughout is spare and rendered in a language as plain and necessary as salt. Yet there isnít a grain of easy sentiment in the entire book, no longing for the past, no hope for the sunshine of some day to come. "Down here," he says, "itís mostly winter, stick-brown goundhogs, and days of ball bearing skies." The world we live in, Houchin implies in this fine collection, is the very world weíve made. It hurts to read some of these poems because in their half-lit, humble way they stab the truth.
     --- Maurice Manning

"Pole to that dark place in the far bank," Ron Houchin demands of the muse in his marvelous new poetry collection. As we accompany Houchin, we contemplate both the poet's mortality and our own, but we also see the wonder of the fleeting world around us.
      --- Ron Rash

Elegiac, angry, lonely, and funny, Ron Houchinís latest collection finds its strength in the poetís keen eye for the Appalachian landscape he loves, even as he is "packing to leave the planet." Whether he writes of crying as the "Song of the World" or a starry sky as "sperm-filled," just missing "its aloof egg, the moon," Houchin is startling, original. And he gives us the gift of laughing at himself. "I wonder," he writes, "if history is such a mess expressly//because I was not here for so long."
     --- George Ella Lyon