A colorful pencil drawing of a figure, one tattoed arm is clenched in a fist
Front Cover of Tonguebreaker by Shayda Kafai of CripFemmeCrafts

Solo Performances

Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha
20:15–22:00 Thu 11 Apr
Performance Space New York
 / New York


Tickets - Sliding Scale. Available in advance, or on the door if not sold out. This ticket allows you to attend all the events on Thursday evening from 8-10pm

Leah will perform two sets of different pieces during the evening at 8.15-8.30pm and 9.45-10.00pm

Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha’s speech and poetry somehow cut straight to the bone while still taking the longgg way around a giant, baroquely beautiful elaborate loop of the sweetest salty flavor. She’ll bring baby crips and seasoned born in the caul disabled for life old heads to the same cul-de-sac at least for the length of a poemand maybe into next lifetime. Come for the crip ingenuity; stay for the smooth feels of what it is to be each other’s everything. Piepzna-Samarasinha knows care in worlds beyond words and always finds just the right thing to say in serving the already ongoing end of the world as we know it.

Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha is is a queer disabled femme writer, organizer, performance artist and educator of Burgher/Tamil Sri Lankan and Irish/Roma ascent. They are the Lambda Award winning author of Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice, Dirty River: A Queer Femme of Color Dreaming Her Way Home, Bodymap, Love Cake and co-editor of The Revolution Starts At Home: Confronting Intimate Violence in Activist Communities. A lead artist with Sins Invalid and the co-founder of Mangos With Chili, she is a VONA fellow and holds an MFA from Mills College. 

Event Specific Access Notes

ASL and Real-Time Captioning (CART) for poetry reading.

If you have any questions or access requests please email boxoffice@PerformanceSpaceNewYork.org 

For general festival and venue access info go here.


Image Description: A colorful pencil drawing of a figure, one tattoed arm is lifted with a clenched fist. Their white tank top reads No More Spoons. From their neck sprouts a bunch of red tulips.