A folio celebrating play and performance within the queer South Asian experience

You collected fallen petals from a rose

Hear the chants.

we shudder red

i don’t quite believe in God but i believe in music

“Between Fog Street and the Bakery” and “Father Sleeps”

Banana blossoms
Their bruise-color a warning.

“Portrait of EEEEEEEEEE” and “On Disappointments in Music”

On my way home, I ask the sky to come down and keep me company

莫道不銷魂 | Don’t say I’m not overcome with feeling.

“Serenade” and “बहार / Spring”

And what are we left
with without language?

This is what I learned
the hard way to call precious.

this was never going to be easy

don’t block the mountains with windows
or walls, even

Episode 1 of The Source

“‘I love the smell of napalm…’: Remix” and “Live-Stream”

I am learning to birth pearls from a dull knife.

You are Rapunzel fresh out the tower.

What good’s grief / that fails to earn resurrection?