In Sophia Naz's poems, one has the sense of being out in the open-of our beings fermenting as we read, of looking back from time to time, to check whether we are alone. We are never alone-there are the ancestors, both Naz's intellectual predecessors and ours. And there are the poems, always quivering, gently "skyclad".'
-Sumana Roy
'These new poems by Sophia Naz are marked by deep music, the strong beating of a battered but indomitable heart, the percussion of a tidal bore of meticulously crafted emotion. This is an apostrophe to loss marked by the optimism inherent in poetry, for Naz's passion for language goes way deeper than the anagrams and play of post-modernism, drawing the reader into a new territory of passionate rediscovery and retrieval.'
-Jerry Pinto