Boyish

 “The poetry of Boyish exists in that sweet spot between subconscious and cosmos, where the mind can catch any inch of oppression and turn it into music. A genius, Craig, operates a ghost rail line; gut-wrenching rendition of ‘Stormy Monday’ driven in next to the steel. A book built with lightning, whispered in the soup-line, reading your fortune through scattered tossed bones and bayonet fragments. Watch the best friend you could not protect from a merciless onslaught of violent American hegemony, save their self and become one of the greats; proving that poetry is the cradle that society never mentions.”

—Tongo Eisen-Martin, author of Heaven Is All Goodbyes

Greyhound

I think it's silly to think of any community as a "legion" or a collection of the sum of its parts, but I truly do believe if one is to speak about where they draw an ethical line in the sand it needs to acknowledge the ways those lines are faulted by those that claim community over them. These pages are heavily inspired by The Microbial State: Global Thriving and The Body Politic by Stefanie R. Fishel, and in writing the Greyhound poem, a longform expansive piece on movement's influence of the body and the shapes gender takes around it, I would be remiss to not acknowledge the ethical and moral movements taken by singular bodies and the communities made up of those bodies. It is one thing to tweet about all of your writing being against the police and its accomplices so I wanted to be explicit in my stance that my writing is against the police, borders, prisons, and containment, and that it is important to reckon with the parts of my larger community that remain complicit in the existence of what I am against. That being said mine and my writing's stance shouldn't be static, and I hope to convey in the movement of these pieces that it is something I want to go to even if I must struggle toward it. —Aeon Ginsberg