Elizabeth Treadwell’s is a difficult but deeply rewarding poetry. It has a precision and a tenderness all of its own.
—Nathan Thompson, Stride
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