Kirstie Sivapalan
Image reads: Mission 2021: If my liberty means the incarceration of others, I am not free. If my prosperity means the poverty of others, I have no riches. If my success means the failure of others, I have not achieved. If my wellbeing means the sickness of others, I cannot heal. Until we are all… Continue reading Mission 2021
Happy FoolishRhetoricExpeditesExcessDeathsOf theMasses Day 19th July, #FreedumbDay is trending and England has dropped all restrictions. The pandemic is over here as our Government said so. Or rather that is the subtle message that is carried on its waves. They have also told people to take personal responsibility and use caution but since it took charging… Continue reading FreeDumb Day
The Kings Library at the British Library, one of my sacred spaces. Photo: K Sivapalan 2018 Free to use I wrote the poem below twelve days ago now. People with M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) will recognise the play on a familiar term we use in my title - PEM, which is short for Post-Exertional Malaise. This… Continue reading P/o/EM
(This is the second part of three of my story of M.E. If you haven’t yet, I’d recommend you read part one here) 2nd Edit: Oops. I managed to forget a very significant event in my life, or maybe block it out, due to my desire to finish this piece and rest. I've added it now.… Continue reading M.E and the virus that went away…for a while… (maybe)
I was just starting to stir this morning. Not quite asleep, not quite awake, lying in the world in between. I felt nothing. No pain, no tiredness, for a moment I thought I had recovered and allowed space to entertain the feeling. But I took a breath and time moved on and it all came… Continue reading If only
"No poly. I feel like a bag of shit. Didn't surface until afternoon. Can hardly eat. Can hardly move my eyes." This was an entry in my diary, one of those five-year diaries mainly girls of my day would be gifted for Christmases or birthdays. In my case it was my 14th Christmas, an idea… Continue reading M.E & The Virus that never leaves
I am going through some old poems and revising a few, which is as much as I can muster right now mid-relapse. I wrote this one two years ago when I thought I was having a bad day. Perspective can be a wonderful thing and it can also be brutal as I look back today… Continue reading Ode to a Bad Day #2
New poem for ME Awareness Month 2021. I wanted to write something that reflects the frustration of being dismissed, ignored & gaslighted because we cannot be "good productive members" of a consumerist economy. Seems apt to post this on International Workers Day too. For more information on living with M.E or caring for someone with… Continue reading Defective
In January I took part in the daily challenges posed by the wonderful people at 64 Million Artists. Here is a small selection of poems created from their inspiration. Thank you so much to all who were involved. Love and and light Kirstie
It maybe part of our nature but we can still change. *** The frogs and the scorpions gathered side by side as they watched their beloved kin sink beneath the rushing flow of the river. The frogs bowed their heads and turned away from the scorpions. “Please!” said the scorpions. “Do not leave us. Now… Continue reading The Frog and the Scorpion Part II
Writing and M.E. 