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Dear Question: A Conversation turns the solitary occupation of poets on its head with an intriguing epistolary exchange between Jennifer K. Sweeney and L.I. Henley. In language luminously lyrical, philosophical, and practical, these poets’ colloquies tackle topics both personal and public, asking, as one example, “who are you when you’re alone?” Their collection is not only thought-provoking but it will also challenge every reader to reflect, to answer for themselves, and ask even more questions.

--Lynne Thompson, author of Blue on a Blue Palette, Los Angeles Poet Laureate, 2021-2022

In their collaborative correspondence Ordinary Light, the boundaries between individual artists L.I. Henley and Laura Maher blend and blur. A reader can happily get lost in this collection of quotidian yet luminous moments woven as a conversation between poets. These pieces are watery yet desert-steeped. They share language and memory and investigate the naming of things. The book also speaks of bodies in pain and illness, wrought with truth and beauty—the weight of bodies, the humanity of bodies, the femininity of bodies—and bodies are imagined untethered from their physical strictures, buoyant as they swim through these pages with strong strokes. I feel reverent toward these poems of fire, animals, bones, blue, time, rivers, love, questions, moons, women, fear, and friendship. One poet asks, “What do you make of all these miracles?” Much like a snakeskin is coined at one point in its pages, Ordinary Light embodies “cathedralness”—an open space shed by its makers, where we can wonder and wander, admiring how the light gets in.

--Rebecca Hart Olander, author of Uncertain Acrobats and editor/director of Perugia Press

When the Covid-19 pandemic swept throughout America in late February of 2020, artist Zara Kand and I began an exchange of poems and images that, over the course of a few months, became this chapbook. In regards to my poems, the intention was not only to express some of the anxieties I feel as an immune-compromised person, but to wander in a shared space with the rest of humanity, to observe and empathize with the collective feelings of hope and dread. The speaker of these poems is not just of one mind or body, nor is the speaker always human. These are poems and paintings that Zara and I call "emotional landscapes." Book sales are going to the California Fire Foundation's SAVE program, which provides financial relief to families displaced by wildfires. Watch Zara and I share some of the poems and artwork here.

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The narrative these characters unfold is an American ballad of careworn beauty, of love broken down by hardship and betrayal. The reader encounters various voices, somewhat in the manner of early Louise Gluck or maybe Frank Stanford, each one speaking a rough inner monologue, laced with sharp and compelling imagery.

–Joseph Millar

It is a powerful body of work, this—a pulsing hot narrative…moody, sultry, noir. I don't say this lightly: these poems have the power of love and desire itself to overwhelm you, remind you afresh of your own desperate, foolish heart.

–Roxane Beth Johnson

I’m in awe of L.I. Henley’s book-length narrative / persona-poem-sequence / novel-in-lyrics / poem-for-voices / dream-screenplay…a compelling, enticing read from first to last, a lyric-dramatic achievement by a truly visionary American poet.

–James Cushing

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Interested in teaching Starshine Road?

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 pick-up’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

Where can you find a swimming pool full of monkeys? Revenge driving a red Lamborghini? A honeymoon where tarantulas moved in “like carnivals/that broke down & never left”? In L.I. Henley’s remarkable, first full-length collection of poetry, THESE FRIENDS THESE ROOMS, you will find such strange, beautiful and unexpected images that this book will feel like “a giant’s coffin” in the middle of your living room. My suggestion: Resist the urge to run; embrace all that crawls out, stands before you naked, stitched together and rebuilt. Darkness tempered by a lust for life so full, shocks these poems into being—fearless, fully alive and alert. This is poetry at its most sublime, and, as in all great volumes of verse, we come to admire the writer of these poems—her resilience, grace, grit and, most of all, her astonishing wisdom. I adore this book.

–Kristin Bock, author of Cloisters

Lauren Henley doesn’t exactly “write”—rather, it’s as if she breathes these poems into being. Complex and accessible, informed by quotidian tribulations, this is brazen, unpredictable poetry by a woman with incalculable powers of observation and empathy. Henley so fully understands the hardscrabble paycheck-to-paycheck life known by more and more Americans that her aesthetic is equal parts invention and endurance. The volume evokes a world of torn lace, worn rooms, sonatas, and capital-R Revenge; of coveralls, surgical scars, heart-close friends, and rain-swollen gutters; of porno shops, caskets, hold-tight love, and lost-and-found notices. Lean, innovative, spare of punctuation and sentiment, THESE FRIENDS THESE ROOMS serves as a guide to surviving a culture that delivers considerably less than it promises. Welcome to the inner life of a woman who has the heart, ingenuity, and imagination to triumph with her identity not merely intact but refortified every day.

–Kevin Clark, author of In the Evening of No Warning

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L.I. Henley’s remarkable meditative sequence, The Finding, emerges as part genesis tale and part post-apocalyptic fable, as a contemporary Eve and her partner try to forge a life in the shifting dreamscape of Arcata—a town awash in a constant rain, somber reflections, and shifting tides of mud—a place both actual and metaphorical. How do we, Neruda asked, claim our residence on the earth? In The Finding we watch the grace and courage of its speaker revealed even as her hope, like the ground beneath her feet, seems to be slowly, repeatedly, washing away. What a powerful, deeply moving book.

–David St. John

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In L.I. Henley’s tragicomic masterpiece, Desert with a Cabin View, the lunar landscapes of Joshua Tree form a Rorschach test asking, Am I old or young? Is this world endlessly dying or endlessly being born? One answer: “Sit here long enough / everything laughs.” Indeed, this poet laughs back the sorrow and dances on the rim of the void, filling the emptiness with inquisitive combinations of divine junk and rusty haloes, with the artist’s resilience and fertility of mind to find, to tend, and to make new. The objects of the desert revolve in constellations, and the poet locates herself there, revolving with them, alive and thriving. By this she is reconciled to creation, and to the inexhaustible generosity of her own playful wisdom.

–Chad Sweeney

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