"Given their emotional complexity and numerous formal maneuvers these poems cannot be neatly summarized, but taken together they depict a poet working hard to identify and engage her social and historical positions while simultaneously fighting to resist their containment." –Poetry"Wallschlaeger hits a delicious pitch somewhere between tragedy and humor." –Hyperallergic"Permeated by animus towards racism and capitalism, Wallschlaeger's [Crawlspace] is political, personal, and timely." –Publishers Weekly"These are not sonnets; they' re better than that: fiercer, freer, and loosened as the wood violet is of the murky ground. Held, yet uncontained." –Chicago Review"[T]he form here envelops the helium and hydrogen of racism and violence ... and creates powerful heat and light from their fusion." –The Rumpus"[Nikki Wallschlaeger's] approach is to slice to the heart, and it's something that will leave a mark on readers, as there are lines here that punch with the power of truths many would rather not discuss in public. ... This song isn't just a healing song; this is the song we should play as we march into battle against racism and as we imagine the party we'd have after the death of capitalism." -PANK
