The heart, the unborn child, even death has a song in these pages. Her language is so dense, so daring, so rich. Who else but Rachel Rose can describe the summer sun as slipping into the ocean "like a placenta in a basin," or a bat as "a black ball of yarn with two hooks." Read this book and you'll discover "The other use for fire."
-- Lorna Corzier on Song & Spectacle
“Candid, heartfelt, melodious, Rachel Rose’s poems have the virtue of standing at once close to their subject and at a wise remove. Her voice travels intimately into regions of death, love, suffering, and exaltation; meanwhile, that same voice performs the role of chorus and spirit-guide, sagely commenting on the travails of her embroiled protagonists.”
-- Wayne Koestenbaum on Song & Spectacle