“Had it with landscapes? Enough family snapshots with your poetry? Here comes Priscilla Becker with an ego so passionate and happy to be at its own center, its only possible place is poetry. Almost too smart for love, she writes about it with an edge and sometimes writes about the edge itself.”

Billy Collins

“She’s a tormented genius.”

Jonathan Ames

“The ragged edges and crooked seams of these poems are a deception, a manner of holding something over the mouth to make the voice sound like another instrument altogether. Indeed, nothing could be innocent that looks so innocent as all this.”

Richard Howard