"Her poems scream fiercely, unflinchingly of war and then, without blinking, she sings of what we might return to, what we might survive for."
ELLORA SUTTON, MSLEXIA
"...Egrets, While War, feels like being carefully guided through a long, dark night of the soul."DAVE COATES, PBS BULLETIN REVIEW
ELLORA SUTTON, MSLEXIA
"...Egrets, While War, feels like being carefully guided through a long, dark night of the soul."DAVE COATES, PBS BULLETIN REVIEW
TRAILER | EGRETS, WHILE WAR
Birdsong in the Shadows
A conversation between Michael Symmons Roberts and Tishani Doshi POETRY LONDON
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Still from the performance "The Journey Within" in collaboration with Olivia Fraser.
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What does it mean to make an imagined space on stage or on the page? To take a single red brick on stage and call it altar? To put words on a page and call it stanza. Doesn’t stanza mean room, after all? I think of the poem as a kind of house. Title as doormat or threshold for the reader to cross over and enter. Language as furniture, architecture, homeland.
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DANCER IN A BOX
PORTRAITS BY RICCARDO CAVALLARI
PORTRAITS BY RICCARDO CAVALLARI