blog post, Random Thoughts

Unseen Darkness, Collabs, and ANBU

"Unseen Darkness" is one of my favourite pieces and most powerful collaborations. It provided me with an opportunity to work with the talented at artist, Thiviyaa Sehasothy of Art by Thiviyaa, and Dilani Bala, Photographer extraordinaire. But as in the true nature of collabs, this piece extended past the three of us, and has a story of… Continue reading Unseen Darkness, Collabs, and ANBU


Day 341: Working With Survivors

My tongue fights the formation of these words, as if I could draw them back, inhale the context of which they survive. Instead, I spit them out, these words I hate. The ones I want to crawl back into my mouth, into my body. "You don't have to report it, until you are ready…” Ready… Continue reading Day 341: Working With Survivors

Free verse, High School Reposts

Day 334: Cries in The Night

*Trigger Warning  - Rape; Assault; Gender-Based Violence, Violence Against Women* Shadows fall on the brick wall, as the clouds race past the moon, in its glowing silver light She stands. Her tears run red and ragged, as they mix with the blood from her soul, in her tattered and dirty clothes, She walks. Her shoes… Continue reading Day 334: Cries in The Night

Free verse

Day 252: Unseen Darkness

TRIGGER WARNING: abuse When you tried to paint my body in colours of blue and purple, my dark skin hid your sins from eyes trained in the glow of soft white light. © Manivillie Kanagasabapathy

Free verse, Poem

Day 89: Choices

***TRIGGER WARNING*** These words I choose tell you what I believe #Istandwithsurvivors while I hide the real me How do I say, I chose not to say I took the easy way and hid... But it wasn't easy To lie to the one face who knew it all Tell myself I had been there willingly Even… Continue reading Day 89: Choices

Free verse, Poem

Day 49: The Lies We Tell

**Trigger Warning: Abuse (Physical)** Deep Brown eyes stare back at me, Fleeting whispers floating between us, Shadows creep silently, Across broad brown shoulders, The darkness melding within the chocolate hues, Lengthening to point accusingly, At the faded bruise That still held faint outlines of his hand. “Are you okay? Should I call someone?” I hear… Continue reading Day 49: The Lies We Tell