Kirstie Sivapalan
I might as well live in Timbuktu As far as I am - from me to you. I might as well live in San Salvador Confined to sofas and stuck indoors. I might as well live in Kaula Lumpur Dreaming of dancing away til four, Or even til two, but now, I might as well… Continue reading Less travelled
It's been a tough week. That is all I have been able to articulate to anyone who has asked. Five words that could be unpicked for days before finding the knot at the heart of it all. Or, the Not in my case. Word play aside, it is time for me to share. As… Continue reading Blood Right
I wrote this poem after texting my husband to pick up some milk. It occurred to me that there are relationships everywhere that at some point one will send this message to the other. I then reflected on what that request meant to me in my relationship and realised it's depth. Hidden in this mundane… Continue reading The carer’s career
The following poem was inspired by the growing mass of voices on Twitter. I asked myself, what is the essence of the message behind the words. What is it we want people to hear. Included in this, is my own voice. This is what I saw... Can you see me? Can you help me? Can… Continue reading Shouting into the tornado
Hello my dear, it's been too long What have you been up to? Well, this year I fell apart. A breakdown. How about you? I felt like I couldn't go on The kids, work, that neighbour from hell I know what you mean hon, I've had it tough as well It's exam year this year… Continue reading Two friends catching up over coffee
What if we are angels in training? Each a step closer to our wings Although these wings are not feathery and light They are made of the strongest substance in the Universe, forged by experience and powerful learning They are every colour of our emotions They are soft to touch after lifetimes of abrasion Yet… Continue reading Winged
Want to know what gratitude feels like? Take away the every day... Take away getting ready for work Take away opening jars, making tea, standing while it brews Take away hats, scarves, sunglasses, flipflops Take away cosy chats, feisty debates, gossiping girls Take away walking, running, cycling, swimming Take away everything you never knew you… Continue reading The formula for Gratitude
Sadness is the colour blue. That shade of midnight. When the Sun has gone as deep as it can go and the faintest stars blaze like the strongest suns. Happiness is Yellow. Bright buttercup yellow. Like the swimming costume I wore when I was five playing in our paddling pool keeping cool in the heatwave… Continue reading Sadness is the colour blue
"What do you do?", you say I know what you want to hear - I am a this, I am a that, I am employed, valid, salaried, PAYED As you are. You want me to make sense to you. You want me to be part of the world as you know it. Yet my full… Continue reading My full time job
I have decided to have a social media cleanse. One morning this week I found myself scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed and in a moment of clarity realised that I had no conscious clue how I had got there. I stopped, closed the app and went about my chores for the day seemingly productively distracted.… Continue reading Social Re-Construction
Writing and M.E. 