Bianca Stone's lyricism outright rejects the Wordsworthian definition, 'emotion recollected in tranquility'; there is nothing tranquil about these poems or the state in which they were written. Grief, loss, and disappointment are transferred to a landscape of wild objects and associations. We are propelled along by abrupt changes in perspective and dimension. Bianca Stone is a brilliant transcriber of her generation's emerging pathology and sensibility.--John Ashbery

Fantastically unsettling and sparks a serious meditation on grief and family, from a distinctly feminine perspective. . . . [Stone] populates her poems with characters that range from Emily Dickinson to her grandmother, and the result is the feeling that we are witnessing a soul's intimate reckoning with life. Many poets have attempted to imagine the afterlife, and Stone's addition to the tradition disrupts it in the best way.--The Paris Review, Staff Pick

[A] brilliant, wildly imaginative mediation on grief and loss and coping with being human and then not being at all.--NYLON

Stone follows grief--and its many manifestations--through a salacious, serpentine strip-club underworld . . . sharply observed, wryly playful, and fiercely defiant.--Booklist

Perhaps the most intriguing of the upcoming releases . . . The Möbius strip is easy to construct but for those who enter such a space, escape is impossible--a situation readers may find themselves in when they start reading these stellar poems.--Signature Reads

The Möbius Strip Club of Grief showcases a talent who is bold, original and highly attuned to human suffering, though the collection is not without moments of humor. Stone's wild and ingenious exhibitionism exposes the psyche's innermost sensitivities--a literary strip club for the soul.--Shelf Awareness

A feminist counterpart to Lincoln in the Bardo. Poet Bianca Stone's new collection submerges the reader in burlesque purgatory. Depicting a contemporary Hades, Stone revivifies ghosts of women poets long past and eulogizes their fierce genius.--New York Magazine

Meditative and darkly entertaining, vivid and visceral, a little bit out-of-control, The Möbius Strip Club of Grief is filled with tired bodies, bodies with scars, other women poets, and members of Stone's own family -- including a grandmother who herself is being grieved. This is a poetry collection like few you'll come across.--Bustle

A little bit Inferno, but maybe even more so the deliciously devilish No Exit, Stone's book is a strange, entertaining journey into an underground world where poor souls are 'clinging to our tragedies, finding our favorite face.' . . . You've never quite seen a poetic party like this.--The Millions