Kirstie Sivapalan
For the Youtube version please click here. My latest poem, below, which follows on from my most recent post, is a reflection on the messages we receive every day about who we should be and what we should value - money, fame, power, success. All of these messages, and the constant bombardment of such, can… Continue reading Your beauty radiates.
No poem or funny story for you. Just some thoughts and a plan... It's been a difficult week Less By Thursday the combination of the confirmation of that individual as leader of the Conservative Party, which supposedly makes him my PM, the way above average or even peak temperature that day and M.E symptoms were… Continue reading Only love
When the world becomes a Monty Python sketch... I tried my hand at comedy writing this morning. I was actually in the most opposite of moods after hearing about, sorry I can't even say his name, that bloke over there who somehow is in charge of the USA, the appalling and horrifying bile-dripping, hate inciting… Continue reading Angel Squad: Angel Management Services starring ‘Mikey’ and ‘Cam’
I am LibDemToryGreenBrexitUKIPLabour I am LeaveRemain I am NodealNonodealSomedealDontwantadeal I am Leftcentrerighttrascendantnotinterested I am AllandNoneoftheabove I am Rightconfusedcleardeludedcertainwrong I am Factgutemotionintutionheartbrains I am Educatedillinformedcleverstupid I am I am I am Blackwhiteasianmixedethnicchinesehispanic I am Muslimchristianwiccanbuddhisthindujewishshinto I am Malenonbinaryfemalenoneofyourbusiness I am Marrieddivorcedsinglepolygamous I am Biheterohomouninterestedundecided I am Settledrefugeeimmigrantnativenostatus I am Ableddisableddifferentlyabledchronicacute I am Joyfulsadanxiousdepressedhypersuicidal I am Fatherauntiecousinsisterunclemother… Continue reading My Identity Now
You can gather from the title today is not a good day. Yesterday wasn't great either but today, has definitely been what those of us with mild-moderate M.E call a Bad Day. I wanted to write today. I also wanted to do some housework. I wanted to go to the library and maybe stop off… Continue reading Ode to a Bad Day
(I had to add this poem as a picture as WordPress helpfully kept removing my spaces! Note- WordPress, you may need to consider this feature for the poetic among us) The Perils of Change This poem came to me in one of those midnight inspiration moments. The last 6-9 months have been extremely wearing,… Continue reading The perils of change
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
Can you ever stop your heart leaping up, painting right into the corners of a future not here? That may never be. Could never be. Yet the heart has already vanished over a golden horizon - titles up, audience jump to their feet applauding the textured script, the wonder of realised vision. Except nothing, not… Continue reading Heart beat
The day was still. She felt like time, had frozen, the moment it happened. Nothing mattered anymore; her heart, her blood, her breath would be a constant effort hereon in. Life had stopped, and she with it. She could walk around that Moment and examine it from all its angles – the bed, the face… Continue reading One. Two
Something died inside me, as the year turned towards night Someone, not really a thing, a person to be, vacated Slipping back into the mist Leaving me empty and silent I walk through his room, feeling for a presence And hope an image remains, a ghost, or a memory Finding nothing but echoes Repeating back… Continue reading Situation vacant
Writing and M.E. 