Catharine Batsios is a brilliant observer of broken and discarded things, which, being from Flint and Detroit, is a blessing. Streetlamp Nautilus is filled with decay, but a type of decay that creates its own light.
—Christine Kanownik, author of Head and Blood Bath

Cat Batsios is that rare rustbelt poet who writes against nostalgia. She loves the places she’s from, namely Flint and Detroit, but she doesn’t romanticize the mechanized industrial work those towns are known for.
—Cal Freeman, author of The Weather of Our Names