Author Archives: mkhana

Our Boy/Their Man

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The newspaper said he was a man. But he is or was a boy. He had barely gone past the larger double digits that marked his second decade of life. The newspaper called him a man. His papa called him Junior, and he looked like he was all of 12. The newspaper called him a […]

Pinked Out

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Breast Cancer Awareness Month. There is pink everywhere. And it gives this feeling of light airy joy. The posters encouraging women to get their mammograms are full of happy, smiling women. You can see that light, airy thread suspended in their smiles. The NFL games in the US are ‘pinked out’ for October; my friend […]

Exist

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So many in draft, covering up so much, offering a free space where none exists.   The hurt is clear, the way forward not, bringing tons to surface, where nobody should exist.   So much ‘I don’t know’, ripping out a heart, in this free world, where love should exist.

Fading

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Campaigning for your time is really difficult. I am not equipped for this, I know not what the term limits or expense guidelines are. I reach for you only to have my hand slapped away, and reeling in hurt and confusion,

Breaking Good

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The love letters are hidden away, placed neatly in a drawer that is hardly ever opened. Shut away in that dark space, never to see the light of day… just like the heart you so callously discarded out of that window of that moving car you call your soul. And you mumbled out a half-hearted […]