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Kavithé Collective

Remember me?

"Remember me? Says the little girl, with the dark dreamy eyes that bore through mine; Somehow knowing, somehow wise. Scrawny thing with scabby knees; hair blowing wild, in the tropical breeze. Bare feet planted, in wet muddy grass, stoic. solid... Continue Reading →

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Shaven Heads

All she wanted was happiness Happiness beyond conditions.. That arises from within Not to be bought from the store As they showed on TV screen Not to be traded with worldly bonds Happiness, unlike the way they taught in schools... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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