There is no cell or spore or strand of DNA that can be pointed to as a lichen: it’s the space between the algae and fungi that is the lichen. It is the space between you and your partner that is love. It is the space between our consciousness and the collective unconscious that is our self…
Read MoreIn the series Custody of the Tongue, intimate, videos capture acts of binding, veiling, and consuming, each serving as my confessions, my acts of contrition, my penance, blurring the lines between devotion and indulgence, reminders of the consuming nature of desires. This tension reveals the complexity of love and sexuality through the lens of Catholic identity, where the body is both celebrated and shamed.
Read MoreI was born with blood in the rice
I walked up the rice terraces one thousand times
I fed one million people with my thighs
My paternal grandmother, I called her Amma ji, had a tattoo on her right forearm, of her name, in Devanagari script: कौशल्या (Kaushalya.) I often joked with her that if she ever lost her memory and they asked her name, she could point to the tattoo…
Read Moreand now when it rains
bold, bubbly Kishore Kumar songs
chai, mandatory
