Miriam Gordis is a poet of unequivocal candor, cleaving to a 'discipline of secret ankles, secret thighs'. These poems are 'remarkably self-aware' but not self-conscious, emotionally frank yet unsentimental. Gordis surprises with vinyl 'reimprinted', spinning like the planets made of 'all these streetlights / or the salt rings around [Dido's] eyes', circular like 'the o of your throat'.
~MATVEI YANKELEVICH, Ugly Duckling Presse
Gordis’ lines tend to form semantic, bite-sized chunks […] reflecting the poet’s invocation of alternative visions, means of expression and ‘remoldings'.
~Matthew Stewart, Sphinx Review