Review: Yakpo Collective Transcends Boundaries, Creates New Possibilities in Virtual Exhibition Note: I do not consider myself an artist and not even particularly visually oriented, and so I apologize in advance to the artists discussed within this piece if I do not do your work justice. I would love to…

The past year has felt like many. You are invited to join Easy Tibetan, Lekey Leidecker, and friends for a multilingual Losar celebration of poetry on Zoom to bring in the year of the Iron Ox, 2148 with good energy. Saturday, Feb 13 at 4pm BST/11am EST/8am PST. …

Note: This essay was originally published in April 2020 by Z. Ahmed (@mirrorgrl on Instagram), curator of quarantine art series Homebodies and reposted with permission. The call for submissions is still open! ALSO: This is my first time trying to include alternate text on images, which is to increase accessibility. I would appreciate feedback. Name: Lekey Leidecker Hometown: Berea, KY factually; New York City spiritually Home during COVID-19: North London, UK Preferred Creative Medium: Words Favorite Yoga Pose: Viparita Virabhadrasana (reverse warrior) Best British Phrase: “You f*ckin’ what?!”

Note: This letter was inspired by a question I received after the High Peaks Pure Earth Tibetan women poets Instagram takeover series, where I talked about writing from my experiences and how impostor syndrome can silence us. I credit Food 4 Thot podcast for their “We Don’t Belong” episode featuring…

Hello! Are you a/do you care about/do you have some weird vested interest in having an opinion about Tibetan women? Do you live in or near London? Join us to find out how Tibetan women have been shifting paradigms and changing the world at the first-ever London Machik Khabda…

I became a writer because of loneliness. A protracted feeling that I did not ‘fit’ in my surroundings began a lifelong habit of recording my innermost thoughts, as if to hear them reflected back to me, to create an archive of myself where there previously was none. It became a…

Relocation is a nightmare for the change-averse. It is overwhelming, unsettling, a recipe for decision fatigue. Since moving to London, I have nearly burst into tears several times at the indecipherable symbols on the washing machine, or after realizing I failed to switch on the rice cooker in time for…

The story appeared on my Instagram feed. I clicked the familiar name Anu Ranglug (also known as ANU). From my basement apartment in Washington DC, I watched, transfixed, ANU’s brilliant Tibetan and Chinese language performance of OneRepublic’s “Apologize.” Suddenly, the tempo slowed and a bell chimed. The triumphant cry of…