Two books on a dark brown coffee table
Announcement, blog post, published

Until the Words Run Pure

So excited to announce the publication of my eight poems in 2 anthologies by the Toronto Writer's Collective: "Bent not Broken" and "Until the Words Run Pure." The anthologies are collections of poems, short stories, and essays from diverse and creative voices across Toronto. Copies are available for purchase. Participating in the Toronto Writer's Collective… Continue reading Until the Words Run Pure

Close up image of painting of leaves on peach background
Free verse, Poem, Poems with Author's Note

Rooted to the Truth

I am rooted in your history, our paths intertwined. The awakening of humanity; opening hearts to injustice souls connecting through time. Liberation through freedom, voices aligning through love. Change is not a dream, but a truth to be lived. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: A collaboration with one of my favourite artist - the always amazing Thiviyaa… Continue reading Rooted to the Truth

Tree lined path with two fallen trees making the letter "A".
Free verse, Poem

Crossroads

I am tired of chasing an emotion that refuses to stay. To keep running after you, who wants to stay ahead and free. I want to tell you not to rush, the path that you have taken has already left me behind. I am staying still now. No longer willing to chase what refuses to… Continue reading Crossroads

Blue background with golden moon in various phases. Some faded gold writing as well.
Free verse, Poem, Poems with Author's Note

Gemini Moon

Shadows exist because of the light. The more you shine, the deeper the shadow. The greater the darkness, the more you illuminate. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: Another piece inspired by the new moon workshop - I share my work in the group and usually challenge myself to write something new for the group. The Gemini… Continue reading Gemini Moon

4 images - a map; a couple embracing at night; a purple gift box; a women wearing a mask
reflections

The Gift – Reflection

Sometimes I don't get the point of a gift. Should I make, people show me they care for me by presenting me with something. Gift s can be intangible, as well, but those seem worse You can't return those. Gifts and curses tend to exist side by side. I have the gift of writing, but… Continue reading The Gift – Reflection

Sunset peeking through the trees
Free verse, Poem, Poems with Author's Note

Chakra Opening

Who knew that waking up could be so exhausting? That leaving the material world behind would claw away at your reserves? I forgot... that when you open your eyes, you not only begin to see, but start receiving. You awaken from the deepest sleep, surrendering all free will. Realizing that there is only one that… Continue reading Chakra Opening