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- ASIN : B08MRYN5V2
- Publisher : Potter's Grove Press LLC (December 8, 2020)
- Publication date : December 8, 2020
- Language : English
- File size : 1748 KB
- Simultaneous device usage : Unlimited
- Text-to-Speech : Enabled
- Screen Reader : Supported
- Enhanced typesetting : Enabled
- X-Ray : Not Enabled
- Word Wise : Not Enabled
- Print length : 147 pages
- Lending : Enabled
- Best Sellers Rank: #1,726,655 in Kindle Store (See Top 100 in Kindle Store)
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River Dixon’s third book of poetry found me, as the title goes, lost in the hours between both reading and ruminating deeper thoughts. I’m a huge fan of his work, both his poetry as well as his stories. It’s no surprise where he comes up with his blog name: The Stories In Between. For he is a master storyteller and his poetry seems to tell all the stories in between all the lines. Just as much the world in the words as what’s left unsaid, the unspoken words in between.
I took my time nice and slow with this book. I had to. Each piece was one to be savored. As the writer of his introduction said, you wonder if Mr. Dixon could maybe just once put out something merely average. Something without the sting of a savant’s perfect chords. Something that looks like maybe he worked hard to achieve the masterful lines. But no. Every piece is deep and wide. Varied and flavorful. Yet, somehow accessible.
Simply put, I lost track of how many I just shook my head, how profound! how wise! how true! I found myself speaking to the words. “Oh man.” “Yes!” “That’s it exactly.” Or the more common silent jaw-drop. Why, you ask? Because his words stir up that much wisdom in the human condition. The past hurts haunting. The never measuring up to the stick that ever grows longer. The betrayal by those who should love us the most. The love from those who should love us the least. The comfort and the heartache. It’s all here.
I am absolutely in love with this collection. I dog-eared at least twenty poems, those that got a better than A+ grade from me. I won’t name them all but randomly a few favorites were: Molded; Something About Today; Lost in the Hours; Strangers; I Understand Goodbye; and What They Don’t See. Mr. Dixon ends the book with a whopper of a 17-page poem, a dream of sorts which I think is really speaking about the struggle within. Incredible writing throughout and he gets the coveted the-perfect-book-for-me 5-stars. It just doesn’t get better than this. From length to content, to all points in between. Highly, highly recommended reading.
Dixon writes of a letter received and imagined to be from a former love. The envelope is placed in a drawer, unopened, representing the letter never sent. He considers what happens when you realize that life is very daily, and usually repetitive. Loves are lost, and sometimes regained. Failure is imagined as a clean shovel. He recognizes hope and understanding, when a lot of life concerns waiting. And he writes about pain, and memory, and loss, and love.
But all of this dreaming, imagining, and musing has a point. It’s not only toward understanding one’s self, but also grasping what matters, life’s important things, the people that give life meaning and purpose. It’s not all a dream.
If I Cared, One Morning
Is it possible to see things differently
Through the lens of morning light
To finally find a way, to dream
As the rest of the world
Shakes off its golden slumber
To see things as they are
If only for a while, to capture
The brief moments between
Then and now, before you
Give up, give in, to the temptation
The expectation of a life out there
When everything you need
Is right here, abandoned, waiting
For your return, to be discovered
If you ever remember
Or find the time to look around you
With the same intensity as you offer
The things that pull you, direct you
Piece by piece, away from everything
That’s already been given to you
The collection finishes with a long, 13-page poem entitled “Tortured,” a story involving writers and poets, presumably those who have helped form the poet. They include Ernest Hemingway, Truman Capote, Sylvia Plath, Emily Dickinson, and (perhaps especially) Charles Bukowski. It’s a meditation about what writers and poets do, leading us through their dreams to dream our own.
Dixon is a poet and fiction author. He’s published “Beyond the Field,” a story for both children and adults; “Colder: A Collection of Poetry and Prose;” and “The Stories in Between.” He lives in the American Southwest, or, as he describes it, he “has unknowingly found himself trapped in the incessant heat and beauty of Arizona.” And this is where he writes his poems and his stories.
“If I came to you / Lost in the hours,” Dixon writes, “Could you offer / a morsel of respite / A place for my eyes to rest.” The dreams of “Lost in the Hours” do precisely that, offering reflection and respite, allowing you to slow the pace, understand, and embrace what matters.
Top reviews from other countries
I’ve been reading him for years–I read all his books–trying to find an appropriate word or a phrase to define his writing. I think I’ve finally come with sth good enough. It’s like a diet–though meager, actually very rich. You may have a stomachache and a headache all along, you may feel weak and down, but after your daily/weekly intake you’ll realize it’s precisely what you needed to feel good again.
(Did I say it’s a must-read? I didn’t, did I?)