Elizabeth Treadwell’s is a difficult but deeply rewarding poetry. It has a precision and a tenderness all of its own.
—Nathan Thompson, Stride
Treadwell doesn't present a self in need of empathy...[and] innovation for its own sake is alien to her. Instead, she deranges language to express dream changes and ecological emotion.
—Lightsey Darst, Rain Taxi
Treadwell creates a fortress which permits an intellectualism sound enough in its resistance to know its existence completely.
—Lisa Cattrone, Aspasiology