"The spare poems of The Mirror of Simple Souls evoke and then draw back into shimmer. Herein, a performance that suffuses the horizon with beautiful absurdity: a shirt sewn with mirrors that reflect a strange and evanescing world-at-large, 'an I where the nay was.' Drawing from film, mystical texts, commedia dell’arte, the reader finds that there 'is paraphernalia of life / all over.' This paraphernalia is a kind of 'segue music' for the endlessly indeterminate. The old adage claims that we can’t step into the same river twice, but Leah Flax Barber creates an evocative, provocative current through which each step is at once past, present, and future."
—Elizabeth Robinson