ÒI QUIVER IN MY CALVINS is an ode to decay. It sings of rotten avocados, dead rabbits, cavities, illness -- a filament of little destructions. Esther Veitch is a master of describing gentle pain, and her poems have a way of making you feel tender: softened, but exposed.Ó
- Nadia de Vries, author of First Communion (2015) and R.I.P. Nadia de Vries (2016)
ÒEsther VeitchÕs I QUIVER IN MY CALVINS is a delightful departure from verse that takes itself too seriously. There is a playfulness in these poems that explore the different facets of life and love, remaining grounded in VeitchÕs unique voice.Ó
- CaseyrenŽe Lopez, editor-in-chief of Crab Fat Magazine and author of QueerSexWords (Yellow Chair Press, 2016) and i was born dead (ELJ Productions, 2018)