“Last night, she reminded you she was / Easter spring resurrected; standing right-hand to God to always Be. “
“they saw me shed snow like typewritten truths– / when I called myself an island girl they didn’t know / I meant Asia. they didn’t know I bled green”
“them military man / done restricted my soul from consuming as much or as little space as it ever wants to take”
“wishing upon you / to forgive myself / to kill the past”
A letter and reading by Oyinda.
“I’m that special brand of bitch / that doesn’t do / as she’s told.”
Women’s Work is a series of pieces made using fabric scraps and patterns. Bringing these materials together in this form allows the viewer to discover new ways of conversing with their tactile and emotive properties.
A zine discussing how the town the author has lived in has both inspired and soured his art.
A digital video installation examining the notion of desi femininity being taught in the 21st century
‘it’s just not right.
your skin is too soft and it’s too dark in here.’