I feel that Denise Duhamel's poetry is a direct line to the laughing Dakinis in one of the heavenly realms (who cares which one); that her poetry is like main-lining some illicit drug, the kind you can never get enough of; that her poetry is a feast, a fiesta, a bliss-banque, fourth of July fireworks; that Denise's poetry is visionary, dazzling, a sensual-cerebral celebration. I feel as if I've been reinvented when I read Denise Duhamel, as if I can live on this planet when I read Denise Duhamel, as if I've met a kindred soul when I read Denise Duhamel. I feel the sharp edge of wit and honesty when I read Denise Duhamel. I feel that Denise's poetry will be outlawed, banned and burned by blue-blooded America!
- Nin Andrews