Publisher's Weekly on Vow

“Sparky personae, elegant–and sexy–scenes, and reflections about real bodies and adult relationships mingle and complement one another in this clear, witty second effort from Hazelton.”

Christina Pugh in The Emily Dickinson Journal, on Fair Copy

What compels here is the tonal estrangement between Dickinson’€™s inaugural line and the weird scene narrated in Hazelton’€™s stanza, which goes on to uncover, letter by acrostic letter, some previously inchoate textures in Dickinson€’s declarative itself.

Alan Michael Parker on Vow

“From one of the best young poets writing in America, the poems in Vow are brainy, half-feral, sad, and sensuous, and often all at once. How astonishing! Hazelton’s work seems lit from within what we call brilliant.”

Sandra Beasley on Vow

“Rebecca Hazelton’s poetry is witty, uninhibited, and dense yet full of breath. To read her work is to take a ride on the carnival’s Scrambler, arms up all the way. These poems hint at a love triangle in which there are no winners. Vow is one of the best second collections I have read in a long time.”

Erika Meitner on Vow

“From one of the best young poets writing in America, the poems in Vow are brainy, half-feral, sad, and sensuous, and often all at once. How astonishing! Hazelton’s work seems lit from within what we call brilliant.”

Paige Quiñones, Review of Vow in The Journal

“Hazelton rips out the raw insides of domestic life and holds them out for us to find omens in, like animal entrails or tea leaves.”

Tory Adkisson in the Rumpus on Fair Copy

Fair Copy establishes Rebecca Hazelton as a poet of subtle language and rich emotional clarity, a poet who can dip every word in glitter without sacrificing the underlying darkness surrounding her innocent, curious, wild-eyed speakers. The complexity of her cool, evocative voice and the dynamic line she cuts across gender, genre, and time, cement her considerable talents.

Emily Temple, Flavorwire, Best of the Best New Poets of 2011

“Much of Hazelton’s work sounds like a girl whispering into the ear of her very best friend: half pretty, tinkling, and half stolen, secret.”