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Kavithé Collective

Exit Wounds (Soldier and the Tamil Girl)

A proud soldier of the state inside a bunker A canvas about to be painted In shrapnel wounds, blood strokes, Dappled red, turning white to a paler shade. He was telling a story inside the bunker, How the beautiful Tamil... Continue Reading →

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Mine to bear

There’s a crick in my shoulder. A stiffness; there it is again – that niggling pain. Hard like a boulder yet heavier still… what could it be? Oh. Yes. I see. It’s only the weight of the world. Mine to... Continue Reading →

Boundless Plains

A poem about the refugee crisis in the Middle East and the lack of compassion in Australia.

Little Jesus

  It seems this Christmas It has snowed in the Sahara After 37 long years, while in Melbourne The temperature rises to near 40. And over in the Arctic, Santa and his little helpers Are waiting to deliver beautifully wrapped... Continue Reading →

Trail

We walk. Trail they say, is a little Path towards healing. Still, walking on Nike Shoes does not make the shadows smaller Or the shade a little less. Victory is only gnawing A rope that slowly starts to shorten with... Continue Reading →

ද බටර්ෆ්ලයිස්/ The butterflies

ද බටර්ෆ්ලයිස්/ The butterflies යන සංකේත නාමයෙන් හැඳින්වෙන Patria Mercedes Mirabal Reyes, María Argentina Minerva Mirabal Reyes , Antonia María Teresa Mirabal Reyes සොයුරියන් තිදෙනා ඩොමිනිකන් ජනරජයේ (Dominc Republic) ආඥාදායක Rafael Trujillo බලයෙන් පහ කිරීමට දේශපාලනික සටනක ක්‍රියාකාරී සමාජිකාවන් වූ... Continue Reading →

The Tax on Being a Woman

After commenting to my friend last night that I had finally stopped being contacted by a stalker, I woke up this day – while I was praying, of all instances – by a call from yet another unknown number. I’m... Continue Reading →

Attitude of Blame

I suffer in silence, swallow my pain Feeling choked, against my will, I don’t feel well and I just cry, How much longer - this poisoned love.   Slaps, sex and ordered to obey, I spend the night out in... Continue Reading →

I got my life back

I am a Domestic Violence Survivor for over a span of 15+ years. I actually just managed to get out. People, my parents and actually the whole world told me he is not for you. They all saw through him.... Continue Reading →

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