Jennifer Militello makes her way through an incomplete world and comes out with testaments to the elegance found in all that is missing, declaring that "there is a hinge here, broken/and fixed, pinned through vacancy's fist." Where many would find a trail of laments, she sees a celebration in progress. What sets these poems apart is that they are not songs of praise so much as the distant humming of someone who gathers, from "the sacred chore of wanting to die," the precise words for the long mending ritual.
-Dionisio D. Mart�nez

"Shipyard, shipyard, why aren't I home?/ Even when you give me one, it travels." Luscious verbal texturing and lyric slipperiness give Jennifer Militello's chapbook, Anchor Chain, Open Sail, a sensuality and braininess akin to modern dance. Dickinson is her poetic ancestor; Szporluk, her cousin. Enclosed here are surprising and mysterious messages, urgently uttered, and well worth listening for.
-Kathy Fagan, author of The Charm