Kirstie Sivapalan
A Winter Solstice Prayer for the sick Winter Solstice dawn 22 December 2021 Let me streak the sky gold with my fingers thenBreathe in its frosted kiss to quench my lungs.Let the brightening Sun soak through my skinAnd Light be all throughout reflected, returning the forces that nourish my frame.Yet, let the cool of the… Continue reading Return of the Sun
I couldn't sleep. I had insomnia at both ends of the night, one of the features of M.E that I struggle with the most. I finally gave up around 6am and, with my stomach also awake, I decided to get up, go downstairs, make myself a cup of tea and treat myself to some ginger… Continue reading Treasure
I don't have an invisible disabilty, I have a disability visibly ignored.You might, if you want, see it in my eyes if you look close enough; in my voice, with a keen ear. There's even, sometimes, a smell. Sickly sweet. But yes, there are no obvious signs - no chair nor stick, and likely a… Continue reading Undercurrent
Image reads: THEIR FINAL PERFORMANCE 1.1. Who better than those who profess to know minds to twist our actions? Those that have plundered the void to plug with their confidence (tricks). To keep those of us blighted by secrets locked tight in our cells bombarded by their (un)veiled attacks. To call us the aggressors in their… Continue reading Their Final Performance: ProtestNICE4ME
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
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
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
I was reflecting today on how recent events in US election have unfolded, the current encumbent in the role of US President, and the presence of social media that runs through the whole thing. There is a term that is used to describe someone who incites others to commit violence. Stochastic. It originally related to… Continue reading A cross (blue) tick
I'm on the midnight trainWith Georgia on my mind.There's no longer a doubt, they cast the wicked outRight down the finest of lines. I'm flying over the Arizona sunWhere it is becomimg clearHumanity has won, ego is doneCompassion and hope are near. I'm with the Brothers and Sisters of LoveFilled with dance and songThey just… Continue reading Hope-elect
Writing and M.E. 