"The Haunting is a stunner. Through bodies of humans, pythons, foxes, and worms, a personal mythos of madness and desire—and how to survive both—emerges. These poems are formally dexterous, employing everything from erasures to bingo forms to lyric prose shaped by its shifting margins. And every form is soaked in rich language, a feast of the dictionary and the senses. The poems held me spellbound page after page as they “refilled the grave with breath.” This collection is spectacle and spectacular. It lit me up like a Roman candle."

"Cate Peebles’s The Haunting channels Mary Shelley’s storytelling with vibrant breath-work, this coupled with film & cinema, churn an arresting “refill[ing] [of] the grave,” so to speak. The poems throughout the collection display a masterful measurement of feeling: carrying the pages to and from ethereal and declarative worlds and artfully bringing sentience to horror. Her engaging poetic form(s) for “horror movie bingo,” for example, examine contemporary culture astutely. I believe readers will remain both haunted and captivated by her energetic feminist traction and verve."

"In Cate Peebles’s poems the elemental worm is intensely at work, lingering, towards metamorphosis. I see the worm too in the forward slashes that systematically beat time throughout The Haunting. I feel it too mirrored in many of the images: “one finger/ your birth/ pitched to death/ rigid vein-wrapped femur,” moving in guises. There’s deep myth here, as Peebles taps into symbolism and precise, haunted language. Visually superb, these poems look light, almost disappearing in their delicate control upon the page—however, it is in their fierce voice that we find a counterbalance of weight and rage, as the speaker reckons with allusions to indignities suffered by women—on both an intimate and expansive scale. One leaves these poems with rich questions about where the so-called monster; the world inside us an outside us, and what it takes to create meaning out of all of it."

"The Haunting moves like a lake flooding through a burst dam. In imagery of primal intimacy, Peebles conjures a self of desire & fury. The book is rooted in horror movies & the Brontes & Mary Shelley & it nods toward both Alice Notley’s & H.D.’s very different forms of transcendence, but most striking is its incantatory voice, precise & ruthless, even in delicacy. Read The Haunting out loud, shout it out to a thunderstorm."

"Gothic bliss. Exquisite macabre. Honestly, this is how I want to consume all of my horror, in uncanny image after uncanny image, luxuriating in pure dread. Planning to memorize this book and repeat it to myself as a pledge and a curse."