Who would have thought that any writer so acutely beset by what Emily Dickinson called ‘Heavenly Hurt’ could find so many ways to transform lamentation to consolation and leave us ‘singing / heedless of the dark taking aim’? The poetry of Julie Suk is at once deceptively spare and metaphorically rich, and the sensual mystery of her perfectly pitched and etched lines is haunting, elemental, and wild.
— R.T. Smith
“Known for their intricate, strong webs, [Golden Orb] spiders spin silk that’s tougher than the Kevlar used in bullet proof vests. Yet, all the while, their webs shimmer like gold in the light. A lot like Suk’s poems in this gathering of poems that spans four deacdes. Tough and elegant. Compressed and powerful.”
—Ron Slate, On the Sea Wall