Reading Maleea Acker’s first collection, The Relecting Pool, packaged in a beautiful, textured volume, is a dreamy journey into image and metaphor: we follow a saturated path, where “[c]rickets trill, stars perambulate, valley falls into itself,” past cobwebs and birds, a church at noon, to where “ferns, moss, a bundle / of roots inched themselves into the built through a lens.”

– The Malahat Review 172