"Fluidity and magical tangibility of wild mind has wonderful hold of the magnitude of poetry’s ability and original impulse to startle and command. Rachelle Rahmé’s imagination and drive in language, its moves and permutations is extraordinary. Sublime. Necessary to feel, hear, breathe this vital collection. Mercurial indeed, as it returns again, again. To startle and please and awaken the intellectus for lovers of poetry. Her passion kicks it, more than ever. Now, and now, the Eternal return."
—Anne Waldman

"Rahmé alchemicalizes blood as a mirror for the poem and the poem as a mirror for erotics. The erotics of conversation, movie going, and living on the inside of history pulse through this collection like a sun."
—Chariot Wish

"Rachelle Rahmé is the daimon that contemporary letters needs. She is a manifold of many axes: assassin & philosopher, delinquent & mother. Mercurial, this book, is pure lagnia for the everyday. It is pure lagniappe, pure bonus, manakish flour watered, kneaded & baked in a Bataillean sun. The living room follows her. The ambience has hints of Zürn's Dark Spring, Robertson's Baudelaire Fractal, Pizarnik's Stone of Madness, & Forrest-Thomson's Language-Games. Suicide is a taciturn calico cat she pets with an index finger beneath the chin. Liberty is the light that varies through the windows at any hour. Revolt courses through the fixtures. Mercurial captivates; & if, in her world, glances lead to cruising, then, in reading, who knows where stairs lead? She burns books in the hearth at night because they kindle better & smolder longer. This hell we live in is a cooler home for it."
—Aristilde Kirby