DANDELION LITERARY REVIEW OF THE SMALL WORDS IN MY BODY
Her main strength as a poet lies in her acute sensitivity to people . . . Harrowing images . . . abound in the collection and give it a tangy vigour. Connelly’s most poignant verses, though deal with the death of her sister. . . In successive poems, the body goes from perfection to rot to bare bones, and “ribs, played by wind, whistle high silver songs.” . . . In a thoroughly modern, personal way, Connelly has described the wheel of life, death, and rebirth . . .
- Dandelion Literary Review, Spring 1992