Previous Praise: On Cemetery Ink: Moscaliuc's poems are indeed like bodies themselves, alive with history, alive with mourning, alive with the images and pop culture phrases that populate our shared knowing. They are composed from the atoms of accumulated trauma and joy, from intimacies stored in cells, coursing through nerves and arteries. Her stories are told not through narrative, but through confluence, synthesis, conflation; flesh in words, the soul historicized and vital.The body of motherhood--mitigated, distressed, mutilated, and policed--becomes a haunted refrain in Moscaliuc's work." --Heavy Feather Review, Sarah D'Stair On Immigrant Model: "To paraphrase Norman Mailer, when history becomes absurd and fraught, the poet must take over for the historian. Moscaliuc is such a poet." --Stephen Dunn, author of Pagan Virtues and Keeper of Limits On Father Dirt: I love Mihaela Moscaliuc's tenderness--and her ruthlessness--a strange combination, except for a poet, for they both are products of language, language and the other "L," love, which poets above all others have a way of "collecting together" so that experience, luck, skill, and determination may sometimes combine to produce a poem. Another way of putting it is that the poem comes from the heart, an organ poets have that is located in the mind.

(.) She is a superb new writer, extraordinarily gifted." --World Literature Today, Gerald Stern.