Hero Island
Stephen B. Wiley

Review by Alyce Wilson

Stephen B. Wiley's poetry collection, Hero Island, draws the reader into an intimate world of personal reflection suffused with rich detail, a world at once ordinary and sublime.

Like Beat poet Gary Snyder, Wiley has lived a life packed with varied experiences — New Jersey lawyer, educational and legislation reformer, community leader — and yet is keenly attuned to the importance of the smallest things, such as a barn spider or a hummingbird's throat.

You would have a difficult time finding Wiley the lawyer in these pages, unless it's through that keen eye for detail. The language of these poems, in its clear simplicity, is as far from legalese as one can imagine. Case in point, these lines from "Castor Oil," about the favorite medicinal cure of his Aunt Deb when he was a child:

The stuff would seep out at night
And run along the kitchen floor
You could see where it ate out the grooves
Animals would turn yellow
And trip over each other running away


Wiley uses humor to great effect, especially in poems recalling his childhood. For example, in "Medical Procedure," he talks about how his father, who had no medical training, used to address a sore arm or leg: "he would take it in his hand / Look it over carefully / Then spit on it and say it was fine"

He's capable of being both whimsical and insightful, such as in "Without the Moon," where he muses:

what else would treat the earth as its universe
what else would surprise us with a new path every night
what else would inspire our poems and our songs
what else would invite a squeeze of your hand

Taken as a whole, this collection provides a textured look at the small moments in our lives that, ultimately, become what matter, whatever degrees and accomplishments we may attain.


Oasis, 2005: ISBN 0-9766251-0-5

 

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