CAPTION >, Aug. 14 -- "You ask me why we still write about Partition - the gash that cuts our back, our arms, our spines pulsate from the tear.," Sehba Sarwar reads aloud, her eyes lowered toward the lectern holding her poem "Partition" at the Grand Performances stage in the Grand Avenue Arts District of downtown Los Angeles.

A cacophony of confused, rushed, and anxious voices on a video playing in the background, disrupting the restrained cadence of her poetry, the low rustle of the paper she flips, and her jingling bangles. These are voices of the displaced, the migratory, the restless. These are voices of the past to which the black and white photographs zooming in and out on the stage backdrop belong.

These voices also infiltrate th...