Haunted by on-line confessions, ranging from the trivial to the homicidal, and by a society obsessed with people changing their corporeal forms, Fleshgraphs is a multi-vocal manifesto of the body. Lyrical, experimental, satirical these prose fragments enact a potent exploration of queerness, girlhood and illness against a backdrop of internet and rape culture.
this collection is like reading from a toddler who’s just discovered an adult dictionary. like listening to middle schoolers giggle in the back of a spencer’s. just indiscriminate nonsense.
extremely abstract to the point of not realizing what the poetry was working towards other than eye-catching trauma and horror re-inflicted upon the reader over and over again
wasn't a big fan honestly as it felt extremely absent of any meaning and shallow, didn't evoke any sense of poetry to me; unfortunate as was recommended to me by a friend
dark, abstract and incredibly jarring. fleshgraphs left me feeling exposed and yearning for more and to be quite honest I don’t really know how to word this review or how to make sense of these jumbled thoughts that brynne rebele-henry has left me with. what i do know that it’s worth the read. fleshgraphs was triggering, and relatable, and terrifying and has a paradoxical sort of simple sophistication to it. i loved it.