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25/ 2017: Missing Pieces

It is in my greatest joys, that I miss your presence Those moments of chaotic noise When I can sense your laughter's absence. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy AN: Whenever I get great news or am happy, I have a moment - just a moment, where my heart twinges and I miss the people who made me… Continue reading 25/ 2017: Missing Pieces

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Day 320: Hey, White Person

I refuse to let the politics of fear, begin to divide the love between us. So much has happened this past year, I get the sway of a blank canvas. Sometimes the choices may seem unclear, but really what's left of justice? Is your view from my shoes, sincere? Or is it easy to pretend… Continue reading Day 320: Hey, White Person

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Day 298: Lost Brothers (Manimaran)

You would have been fifty this year, Blowing out candles on a giant cake, Surrounded by all near and dear Instead, this year's gift is heartache. Empty party halls and wishes, imagining age on your face is it lined with deep creases but still full of grace? Would time have cooled that temper, or would… Continue reading Day 298: Lost Brothers (Manimaran)

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Day 222: King Sisyphus

I think I understand how King Sisyphus felt, every time he almost conquered that damn rock. It just rolled back down to where he had first knelt and prayed this was the last time he took this walk. Struggling to the end, only to see it all come undone. Clawing back your need for a… Continue reading Day 222: King Sisyphus