"This is a work of austere, forbidding beauty, composed of devastatingly complete sentences."—Rae Armantrout
"[T]his is a particular and peculiar take on the pastoral—it's late, maybe too late, sung from the long lurch of the end times."—Brandon Brown
"Emerging from a crisis of attachment ('There are so few notions to which we might attach ourselves'), he fills his grammar with ghost sounds and charts a system of arcs and passageways by which to explore both the tangents and targets of shifting perception"—Mary Szybist
