“The difference between a moth and butterfly is stripes and spots.” With this line, Roszko sets the tone for what is an uneasy journey into a dark corner of poetic musing. Invariably, Roszko chooses moths over butterflies, the ugly against the beautiful. Her poetry is tainted with the obscene as commonplace, flights of sexual fancy and furtive trysts under stairwells, back alley abortions—the subject matter is treated seriously, but as a testament to the world we live in. — Frank S. Palmisano III Main Street Rag Reviews, Winter 2004 Read the complete review at Main Street Rag

From Slipstream, one expects a poetry of what we understand to be urban, and we are here justly rewarded with a fine first time book offering to the god Steel Eros or goddess Concrete Venus. I am thinking the poetry tragically hot. There is a form of veiled copulation (and not so concealed) going on everywhere throughout this poetry. As in living in a city, when you walk by a building, a multi-dwelling, who in there is in the grasp of sex? Here is a pulling back of the wall and inside, it is humid and dank, gray and sensual, not harsh but motel, not romantic, but not without allure. Tart yet so teasing. — Michael Basinski The Hold, September 2003 Vist The Hold at the-hold.com