"An Arm Fixed to a Wing delights in discombobulation, makes of us 'a hand struck through [a] thought.' It contains some of the darkness of Mark Strand, the distance of Emily Dickinson. These radically archetypal poems, were it not for their cameras, could live in any century, refusing anachronism. They are supremely individual, supremely social. What a rare pleasure to absorb these searching intuitions that become, for a dazzling moment, our own."--Angela Ball
"Friedman plays uncanny music on the taut, frayed thread of human connection, 'hearing in each note the / opposite silence.' Birth and death sit beside each other in these exquisite rooms, breathing the same air, listening to the same song of ache: our desire to remember and be remembered, our need to see and be seen."--Nick Lantz
"Reading Olivia Clare Friedman's An Arm Fixed to a Wing is like wading through a luscious dream. These poems seem to exist in that gauzy space between sleep and waking, where 'stars [look] liquid' and familiar rooms are filled with strangers--and where mystery reigns. Friedman's poems fold the ordinary realities of domestic life into the unknown of the self, of memory and creation."--Marianne Chan