““Among Wreckage” is a masterclass in second-person narration. Not a single word is wasted: each, from the onset of the poem to the end, creating exceptionally vivid imagery. Grief lays at the poem’s heart, demanding this unique formatting, this second-person POV—the poem winds like a river, and as readers we cannot help but float downstream along its lines. moira j. writes, “She asked me why you can’t say her name,” and we are in the sad mystery of ourselves.” - Frontier Poetry on Among Wreckage (featured in Exceptional Poetry from Around the Web: November 2018)

“moira j. has written a visceral love poem with “THESE ARE THE WITNESS MARKS”—full of bodytalk and imagery that burrows under your skin, makes your back itch. Notice the goosebumps, the old salt, the zodiac mouth, but also the lover and the nervous ticking we all have heard when waiting in our own “shy bedroom.” moira has made for us a poem with surprising balance between powerful bodies, and tender desire.” - Frontier Poetry on These Are the Witness Marks

“...Imagery of childbirth and weather has been necessarily mutated into a language of survival, set within a circular narrative that approaches the precipice of hopelessness. How does language bleed like this? How do we form these poems that are both the blade of the knife and the handle? I don’t know, but poems like this are continued evidence of poetry’s mysterious and transformational power.” - Wildness on Stillborn Godhead

“This poem is full of raw things, of ragged things, of the edges and shock of truth. How life includes death and wellness and illness and passion and hunger, all can coexist. There is a kind of Tao present in its telling, in its turning twist of lines and unexpected images.” - Toe Good on Root Soup