I wore a black cape & yellow skates
he wore a Kevlar vest
We did not know we were afraid
Occasionally my ear would pop
against my father’s gun-hip
bloom a silent red
When I hugged him
his gold star pressed cold against my cheek
He would see a pervert
squeeze my shoulder point like a hunting dog
at a man buying birthday candles
or lingering by the cheese
Twenty years on the same streets
& you just know
No one seemed to notice how our blue shadows
swept the aisles
& so we lived without her chose cans & boxes
that looked the most like food
In L. I. Henley’s Starshine Road, a collection set in the isolated, shifting Mojave Desert terrain of Joshua Tree, California, we are witness to the underside of a rural life near the world’s largest Marine Corps base juxtaposed with hundreds of miles of national park. Traversing a land that could not be more real, but which often feels like dreamscape, these poems explore the dangers and treasures of one’s birthplace: a dog and his homeless master, an infamous Amboy creosote, a junk pile, flawed cops, grieving mothers, and their wild, muscled, unpredictable boys. The junkyard appearing in several poems becomes a microcosm for the poet’s world – glittering, mysterious, and scrappy, something to be drawn to despite its raggedness. Part spirit quest, part inventory of what is loved and irrevocably lost to the elements, Henley evokes the exacting gaze of the desert in this stellar collection.
L. I. Henley’s stunning new book, Starshine Road, deals with coming of age in the Mojave, with nothing softened or left out, not the haunt that animates the stillness, not the junk piles, wrecked homesteads, ruined families, not the way grief is washed down through slot canyons into alluvial fans deep enough to bury a girl. These poems are willing to be homesick for the entire desert including its extra dimensions, to lean beyond human into animal mind, to be afraid, to wander naturally through fear’s kingdom, through the little dangers and the large, under the dark metal of night pitted with scattershot stars.
– Marsha de la O
Staring down unsettling aspects of her youth, L. I. Henley combs through shards of her rough terrain, while mapping her own desert gothic in this brilliant new collection of poems. She reveals “the swirling dust lit / by a pickup’s low beams,” and she knows where there are “branches of juniper glowing pink / under Sam’s neon sign.” Armed with gutsiness and linguistic radiance, she sings about a ghostly shoe tree and for those people who have touched her life. Never forgetting she’s on Starshine Road, Henley persists in finding talismans glinting with promise and possibility.
– Molly Bendall
The clarity and ingenuity with which L. I. Henley attends her subjects in Starshine Road is instantly engaging. The details crackle. The circumstances and finely-tuned emotions envelop you. Here is an accessible poetic voice replete with acuity and grace. Her style feels like fresh air.
– Marvin Bell
Check out Greg Gilbert’s review of Starshine Road online at Badlands on their “Work We Admire” page, along with a poem from the book, “A Dollar (for a funeral).”
Here’s an excerpt from a beautiful review of the 2017 Perugia Press Prize winner, L. I. Henley’s Starshine Road, in RHINO Poetry. Thanks to Sonja Johanson for her keen eye and careful reading: “Henley’s gaze is unshrinking; she directs our view to rust, junk, discarded shoes, flash floods, poverty and death. But Henley’s stark descriptors are not a denunciation. The thieving grackle is pearlescent, desert lilies bloom red, and a tooth-sized crystal shines in the dirt. These are love poems, but honest ones, written for a place and a life simultaneously hard and precious.”
Here’s another wonderful review of Starshine Road by Erica Goss in her newsletter Sticks & Stones. Goss writes, “Starshine Road shows us that the Mojave Desert is a place deeply deserving of poetry, a land imbued with the stark contrasts that inspire strong emotion. L. I. Henley has written a book that reveals the true nature of this implacable place, too often ignored and undervalued, as a mysterious and fascinating land.”
Thanks to Leanna Stead for her review of Starshine Road for Main Street Rag. Here’s an excerpt:
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