In search of a shared language

You wanted to talk about big / concepts like love as though they’re worth anything.

I miss tea eggs from the convenience store: / a vat of liquid, warm pebble in hand.

Our bodies belonged to us.

Seeking work in the spirit of play and performance from queer South Asian artists

Fifteen pieces on queer futurity

‘i contour my face with sand & it is war paint on the wrong body. i puncture my nostril with steel & that is a war crime on the wrong body.’

Feminist sci-fi movies, queering Islam, and injustice in America