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  • Title:
    A Conference of Birds

    Date Published:
    New Native Press 2012

    Reviews of chapbook available online at Smoky Mountain News (http://www.smokymountainnews.com/component/k2/item/6749-a-conference-of-birds) and the blog Sweet Tea in Southern Georgia (http://www.brendasuttonrose.com/2012/04/feeding-tree.html)

    Book Review #1:
    A Conference of Birds
    Written by  Don Hendershot
    At Wild South’s recent “Green Tie Gala,” friend, writer, poet and publisher Thomas Rain Crowe, with a knowing wink, slipped a slim beautifully bound chapbook into my hands. I cracked it open immediately upon arriving home and read the first poem “Antidote to Narcissus:”


    I’ve heard the great blue heron

    Cannot see its own reflection

    Cast from the water’s surface —

    a gift that it may never lose a fish

    in the image of a perfect eye

    or fail to see a frog amid

    such slate feathers shed

    from a rookery on high.

    If only we could fade that way

    Into the mist of rivers,

    Into rhododendron shade;

    If only we could be so beautiful

    And not know a thing about it.


    I perused some of the 14 other titles — “Parable of the Flycatcher,” “The Nuthatch,” “Hawks: A Homily,” “Parable of the Wren,” — then closed the book and left it on the kitchen counter near the coffee pot to wait for dawn.

    Next morning with coffee and book in hand, I sat out on the deck where towhees were conferring with chickadees and cardinals conversed with wrens to read the rest of A Conference of Birds. The book is Christopher Martin’s first book of poetry. Martin lives in the Georgia piedmont near Kennesaw Mountain with his wife and two children and is pursuing a Master of Arts in Professional Writing at Kennesaw State University. He is the editor of the online literary magazine “Flycatcher: A Journal of Native Imagination” and his work has appeared or is forthcoming in “Shambhala Sun,” “Loose Change Magazine,” “New Southerner,” “Buddhist Poetry Review,” and others. Martin is working on “Native Moments: An Ecology of Fatherhood,” a collection of essays and has contributed to the “Elevate/Art Above Underground” project in Atlanta.

    Nature has called to poets ever since there have been poets. It spurred ancient Greek poet Theocritus to pen his idylls and has been muse for every epoch of literary history. And poets like Wordsworth, Coleridge, Burns and Blake penned lines in the voice of their time and passed the baton on to Emerson, Thoreau, and others then followed by Frost, who knew how to turn a common phrase, and today in voices of their own poets like Oliver, and, closer to home, Ray and Crowe and others with open eyes, open ears and open hearts speak to us in clear voices. The speak not only about the world around us but how the world around us and the world within us is only one world.

    Martin has a strong, clear and compelling voice to add — from “Hawks: A Homily” “… But I wonder how one can speak/of angels, whose wings we have not seen,/when red-tail hawks still fly over interstates/on black-dappled, rust, red, white-brushed,/creation-colored wings,/and nest on rooftops/angels never would.”

    And he understands how those worlds are intertwined, “… My child cannot see that far,/I’m sure, cannot see the falling,/dancing flares of dark purple,/the swallows that follow dragonflies./Before my son, I’m not sure/I would have seen them, either,/not sure I would have opened my eyes.” From “Watching Purple Martins.”

    I found Martin’s poetry tight and timely; what poetry is about — in the now, while brushing eternity. I know you can purchase A Conference of Birds here - http://www.spdbooks.org/Producte/9781883197261/a-conference-of-birds.aspx. Or for more information contact New Native Press at http://www.newnativepress.com/.

    (Don Hendershot can be reached at ddihen1@bellsouth.net.)

    Book Review #2:

    Monday, the mailman delivered “A Conference of Birds” into my hands.  I’d been waiting with excitement for the recently released chapbook by Christopher Martin, father of Cannon and Opal, husband to Deanna, editor of Flycatcher: A Journal of Native Imagination.

    My husband Richard read the book before I did.  Yes, he does read poetry now and then, and has been known to write a little poetry. He’s quick to tell me what he likes and doesn’t like.  After reading “He Who Planted Trees with God,” a work of nonfiction by Chris in drafthorse, he decided to take a look at the author's poetry.  My husband is choosy and won’t waste his time reading something that doesn’t immediately touch him. He wants it spelled out in clear language.  He says, "I don't want to read anything that's not what it appears to be." As a man who plants and sows and digs and nourishes a garden of beautiful flowers, trees, shrubs, ferns, grasses, and plants of all kinds, he prefers poetry that deals with the simple life.  He found me in the studio writing.  The book was in his hands. He turned it, touching the cover, and I saw the title: “A Conference of Birds." He told me, “I like him.” Meaning, of course, that he likes the author.  When asked which poem he likes best, he said, “The Water Oak.  The one about the grandfather talking about death.”    

    I’ve pulled a few lines from the poem.  The grandfather has been speaking to his grandson about coffins and cremation and old women who always say corpses look good in their caskets.  He goes on to say:

    About as good a chance
    as anybody’s got at eternal life
    is going back to the ground,
    feeding a tree like this one here,
    living forever in its leaves,

    My husband identifies with the grandfather who hopes he might live forever by nourishing a tree after his death. The grandfather—the poem—says everything Richard feels.  The words of that poem live now in my husband who hopes to one day fertilize some soil so something else might live. Does that mean Chris’s poem—the words now planted in Richard’s soul— will live forever in the trees?

    Brenda Sutton Rose

  • Title:
    Conference of the Birds

    Date Published:
    Loose Change Literary Magazine

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    Date Published:
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    Date Published:
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