The Showwoman Under The Paper Plane
Paper Plane & coffee
Paper Plane & coffee
I had a chance to get this off my chest last year. I’m so grateful for the stage giving me a chance to voice things that had been eating away my insides for too long. I’ve been silenced by well-meaning friends and others who are just inconvenienced by anything other…
I sang. There was music.
Men will never stop attacking my right to speak. My voice is my only weapon and my sole identity.
September was kind. I had four milestone conversations.
I performed two pieces I’m very happy with. One about my digital adventures and one about Chinchpokli.
The Poetry Club tied up with the French Consulate to host a poetry workshop and Open Mic at the Theosophy Hall. They also did this last year after the COP21 conference where they asked attendant poets to write about environmental change. The piece that I wrote for that event was…
A poem about a light walker
Another Monday at the Tuning Fork and how can I possibly hate the week when it starts that way? I’ve been struggling a bit with performance poetry. I now know the difference between performed poetry and spoken word. I can’t entirely articulate it but I can see, hear and feel…
Anvi Mehta ran a feature on me for DNA, focusing on my work on stage as a Spoken Word artist.