"Taken as a collection, Tongue Lyre weaves a new mythology for our contemporary lives, one based in ancient story but resonating with contemporary problems and settings, with continued attention to voice, body, violence, and song. This is an exciting, imaginative, lyrically charged debut."American Book Review
“From violins to ossuaries, Tongue Lyre is a lovely debut humming with the gift of a lyric ear. Tyler Mills composes a musical odyssey of the human soul where ‘flames ice the grass.’ Whether riding a bicycle ‘the length of an island,’ cleaning a lyre with rice, or caring for ‘a child / found in an empty factory,’ Mills wisely reminds us that ‘when language fails, there is sound.’ A beautiful collection, refreshing in its allusive and tonal valences.”Karen An-hwei Lee, Author of Phyla of Joy
"There is an aural intelligence in Tongue Lyre that tests its lines as if they were part of an instrument, which, indeed, they are. It is no accident that much of the matter in Tyler Mills’ poems involves the subject of musichonoring it, evoking it, making it. But the poet’s vocal skills are easily matched by her rich visual brilliancein so many ways Mills’ poetry is the example of how the imagination becomes a narrative less told than sung."Stanley Plumly
“In fractured lyrics, Tongue Lyre circles an absence, an epicenter, a wound. Through the sensibility of a postmodern Philomela, the nature of unspeakable trauma is simultaneously interrogated, evaded, andultimatelyrecovered and given voice to in artifactual narrative fragments and shards. Palimpsest with myth and dangerous memory, Tongue Lyre is part tapestry, part songunutterably powerful in its fierce reclamation of music and broken beauty out of flames, collapse, shattering, violence, disaster. Moving with an assured, tumbling associational momentum and flecked with scalpel-chiseled images, virtuoso passagework, these poems will thread their way through your head like a piercing silvered needlework where they will linger. And sing.”Lee Ann Roripaugh, Author of On the Cusp of a Dangerous Year