“…with the poems in Babel’s Moon, the through-line is never in doubt: the struggle to obtain the self blooms with a certainty of images. A loose knot in the tie of his grandfather’s funeral clothes becomes a swallowed bird; in searching for the bird’s nest sought for its infamous broth properties in China, the speaker instead pulls out a fob pocketwatch; the horizon transforms into “our own inarticulate selves,” the enormity of which we can hold in our hands if we dare. The landscape is bound to Som’s articulated anxieties, anxieties that come to life through the tiny theater of legends near and far from the speaker.”
— Natalie Eilbert, The Rumpus

“Most of Som’s lines seek to lull and are beautiful enough to do so unabashedly. But I’m drawn to the collection’s sparer moments, moments of stronger emotional acuity that jut from the poet’s dewier speech.”
— Hayden’s Ferry Review blog