Peter Hyland's poems are both elegantly wrought and meditatively wild. They testify to an original, restless intelligence. He can cast his imagination into a woman's dress, the mind of a grasshopper, or into the glass eyeballs of a buffalo head mounted on the wall of a home in suburban Texas to contemplate 'man's tireless ingenuity. '
Robbie turned to the house again. "Got a flashlight?" "Of course not. " I smirked. "That would make me too well prepared, wouldn't it?