"Segmented by small pauses of firm statements, Eleanor Mircea's poems are either prayers, or a kind of curses-visions creaking from dark alliterations and rhymes. Some long, long and snarling, others drops of essence. But there are also poems of sensitivity, love and dreaming. I would rather press on the intoxicating force of the texts filled with fragments of rituals and with the sad figures of fairy tales. It is a great joy of writing that comes from the hungry reception of a world that is mostly missed and lamented. Mercy and humor at the same time in a flexible and naughty recital." Felix Nicholas
