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Birthing Poetry

Introduction to my poetry collection, Being Born Book details: My first tongue is poetry. Long before the writing of stories, my initiation into the creative cosmos of writing happened…

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Choosing

By accident, I stumbled upon a YouTube video. Well, I doubt many things are accidental on the interweb these days. A single click—yes, by accident—can determine the future of your…

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Ode to Earrings

I’m obsessed with odes. Odes celebrate, elevate, magnify. They treat their subjects as though they are the only things that exist. They insist on focused attention.  I like them so…

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“I And This Mystery, Here We Stand”

It would happen on nights gloomier and quieter than usual. Tucked in bed, my mother beside me, squirming in the unique way children do when they get metaphysical: what are…

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Post-Op: Dear Kali

Recuperation has opened me to a world of care, of the slowing down of time, of discerning what success and healing actually mean. I’ve not been able to do too…

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The Human Body is Remarkable

The human body is remarkable. It generates, regenerates, facilitates decay, and eventually decays. In Buddhism deterioration begins at birth (not much for optimism, but I think several Buddhist tenets are...
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I Eat Fears

Once when I was 10, I had a few luxurious hours alone at home. It was bright daylight. The height of afternoon, I think. There was no identifiable danger lurking…

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Parting the Curtains

I take a one minute break from writing essays that have been tearing my heart open. Just one minute, I say to myself again, not long after I had taken…

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Encountering Peacocks

Once in a while, I like to post a poem, newly written, still carrying the frenzied fragrance of that first act of creating something seemingly out of nothing. Although it’s…

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Poetry on the Move

“Two days later, I reached Medellin” was the most repeated sentence in my narrative of how I’d travelled two whole days to the other side of the world for poetry….

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Review of Being Born: A Poetry Collection

Reviewed by Yee Heng Yeh In this collection of 64 poems, ShivaniSivagurunathan turns a keen eye upon the natural world. Well—not just the natural world, though it is the main…

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Capturing Homes

My first and so far only visit to Sri Lanka was in late 2009. Just a few months before, in May, the civil war that had been going on since…

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In the Mornings, We Dream

Early mornings are friendly. At least that’s been my experience. Out of all segments of time in a day, early mornings are the most open, most encouraging, the most attuned…

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Poems in Magazines

World

— for Akka Home is its own geography. Where we stood as children of stilted iguanas, Condenses in a thought, It returns to us on days aged by flagging mint,…

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Coral

Crackling pink, a sea bird’smorning eye plunders deepdown the water cage andfinds coral beds firingpolyps to contact the sun. Vision of a wound, fromacreage of stolen incidents,an eye borne of…

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Novel Excerpt from Yalpanam

The gibbons in the jungle awakened. The one-eyed dog beneath the jacaranda tree opened its eye and peered at dew-kissed swifts flying low. By the well behind the house, the…

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Excerpt: Essay on Misogyny, Misandry


This is an excerpt from an essay on misogyny, misandry and the healing of collective trauma for women. This essay is part of a collection of essays on the general theme of healing trauma. The collection is expected to be published in 2022/2023.

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Beetles

Let us lag behind the stolen beetles,captives of the sun, garrulous greendots, half complete in the bushbut luminous, spendthrift lightvulnerable to the night antsand our spent crawlthat stirs what is…

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Short Stories in Magazines

The Bat Whisperer

I own the best stocked supermarket on Coal Island. It belonged to my father who handed it down to me when he died. He was an angry man because he…

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Bees

Bees froth above the surface,their ancient porridge in-made, asign they are to crack out ofstripes, pearl shut-ins, the mono-diurnal churn and flit. Two bees, or are there ten?You count, re-name,every…

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Catching Iguanas

What people didn’t understand about me was that I returned only because I had no choice. They saluted me for coming back to the island, when my thoughts were with…

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Day at the Mosque

The mosque at dusk was close to Forster’s,except, we did not have the moon,or the species of feet, soot-slabbed,curled like the dagger behind the glass casethat I alerted you to,…

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The Constellation of Buttons

The ants pause on their journey. They see twenty or so lying dead, flattened, disemboweled, juiceless. They have come far from the pink Tin Tower to this oblong bridge that…

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The Code

No one came to eat on Sundays. During the week the world was seated on the plastic chairs and the great pillar fans blew away the flies and the piles…

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Anatomies

I’m alive to the anatomy of a starfish-weedtilting in the grass:I can’t say exactly how being alive works,how suddenly all of one’s cells collectto find a friend in the anatomies…

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Samy Kandiah

After the sun- just a moment ago ridiculously orange and too titillating for Samy Kandiah who was walking the town twice as he did daily except for weekends- slipped into…

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A Sequence

I. The tumble you were pestered out of me.rose bramble, thorns and pink hornsI had saved from the grotto by the mangrovewhere the intertidal prawnswaited for you,have simplified into a…

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May I always choose you

May I always choose youwhen my old lovers return.May I remember your nectarwhen I cannot taste it.May I grovel but knowthat your hands will come.May I hold your lighteven when…

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