What happens when you create narrative out of poetry? What kind of body emerges? Where?
“Hungry, breathing: a review of Noor Naga’s Washes, Prays” in The Puritan
A sentence or story could never live outside our geographies. A poem always went back to the world, to its woods.
“Situating Racialized Ecopoetics: Memory, Geography & Community” in the Town Crier
Look, there is the blue horizon. Here, in this escaping sky.
“Border poem” with Manahil Bandukwala in Briarpatch
