“Militello’s is a book infused with restlessness, spiraling around the ideas that suffering not only keeps us alive but makes us live more fiercely, and that being necessarily means, at some point, no longer being. . . The book rests with the realization that by being born to this world, we are born to loss, even to the loss of ourselves.” — Emma Bolden, Southern Humanities Review
"… Flinch of Song by Jennifer Militello from which, were it permissible, I would quote every word of every line of every page. Absolutely drenched in metaphor, simile, allusion and linguistic invention, tightly written without a word let waste its clout, and, quite frankly, dense with spell-binding beauty, Militello’s work is also a poetry of loss, though … not of the physical, but of lovers, of childhood, of family, of identity, of the mind, and of the weight and revelations of the freedom that results from those losses. Parts of the human body are absorbed into elements from nature, voices take on the sounds of rural and marine equivalences, snatches of urbanism reflect the flow of Life and all its struggles and heartbreaks."—John Mingay, Stride Magazine
"As with abstract painting, Militello’s poems are only half comprised of the ostensible subject. The other half is comprised of a vision of the world in which the subject is situated. The subject, then, is actually an intersection of itself and its context, and in this poem, as with many others in the collection, the context is comprised of both interior and exterior landscapes. The subject of the portrait/poem essentially becomes the inseparability of a given self and its world, and the reader cannot gaze on the self—indeed him or herself—without gazing on the world… ."—Christina Cook, Poets’ Quarterly, April 2010