with your chest, Remi Graves
Pulling at the cords of gender's curtains, watchful of the slippages of our performative masks, With Your Chest is a luminously generous and vulnerable debut from Remi Graves. Their poems do justice to the failures and violences of category and yet — thirsting for more than this — are courageous enough to refuse to rest there. In a spirit of playfulness, of childhood, of starlings, Graves' poems glance towards the edges from which we leap, attentive not to where we might land, but to how we might take flight.
Pulling at the cords of gender's curtains, watchful of the slippages of our performative masks, With Your Chest is a luminously generous and vulnerable debut from Remi Graves. Their poems do justice to the failures and violences of category and yet — thirsting for more than this — are courageous enough to refuse to rest there. In a spirit of playfulness, of childhood, of starlings, Graves' poems glance towards the edges from which we leap, attentive not to where we might land, but to how we might take flight.
Pulling at the cords of gender's curtains, watchful of the slippages of our performative masks, With Your Chest is a luminously generous and vulnerable debut from Remi Graves. Their poems do justice to the failures and violences of category and yet — thirsting for more than this — are courageous enough to refuse to rest there. In a spirit of playfulness, of childhood, of starlings, Graves' poems glance towards the edges from which we leap, attentive not to where we might land, but to how we might take flight.
