"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