"Dahlin has a genius for voice . . . Dahlin’s speakers are “overheard” in the way a stage whisper is 'overheard,' or in the way of that certain brand of flirtation where one says something to a person beside the love object, hoping the beloved will know you’re speaking to or about them." —Lindsay Choi, The Poetry Project Newsletter"“Lovechild of a polyamorous poetic parentage—Sappho, Diane di Prima, Robert Frost, Bernadette Mayer, Frank O’Hara, and Anne Carson, among others—Sophia Dahlin writes poems of unabashed sexuality and a voracious, often audacious engagement with the physical world, from space heaters to dahlias.”" —Lisa Russ Spaar, The Adroit Journal"Dahlin traverses sapphic lust-spaces and invisible geographies of yearning, positioning the reader within the force-of-the-yearn. Some of these invisible geographies trace the floral planes and seas Sappho might have seen, oceansides, triangles, the space between lovers on the phone; others are more grounded—New York, Oakland, the streets of Berkeley, “school,” the Midwest, the airport . . . and, most crucially, the lesbian potential for gender expansion." —Maura Modeya, Annulet“There is a lushness to these poems, monologues extended and compact, propelled and performative, offering gestures, agency and an urgency that feels more forceful, even grounded, through being spoken in hushed tones . . . Pay attention to Sophia Dahlin: this collection really is something glorious to behold."—rob mclennan“Sophia Dahlin's language and sweetly metered pacing perfectly anticipates my feelings, surprising me with how much earnestness I have preserved.” —Nora Treatbaby“Glove Money celebrates friends and lovers, inventing a queer American pastoral whose Sapphic brilliance and subversion lie in just how easily the misbehaved and warmly weird go down.” —Jennifer Soong“I find Sophia Dahlin’s poetry to be gentle yet subtly jarring. Her poems split images away from context, letting them add up to something fresh, snappy, delightful.” —Judy Grahn
