Kirstie Sivapalan
I was reading a tweet about body image yesterday, how we should be proud of the body we have regardless of our shape (which I agree with, and liked) when at the same time I was sitting in the garden, holding in my round tummy, and sighing about the size of my upper arms.… Continue reading What I have learned from this life, and yet
Tuesday in November It didn't rain. The line between cold and hot, lonely and mocked, was paved over without a sound. It was a Tuesday. It was a clear sunny day - just over four degrees - when the ozone layer dislocated its joints and stretched into oblivion. It's tireless work ignored, without tears; the… Continue reading No more time to change
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
A friend of mine read my poem about mental health in the modern world, "Sabre-Tooth Post-Truth", and concluded that it had a Winnie The Pooh style about it. Praise indeed! It gave me the idea when feeling particularly exasperated about the state or rather in-a-state of British politics, of writing a poem about the insanity… Continue reading Brexit (Tiddley Pom): The Pooh of Politics
Art is the system learning about itself It is learning that its actions have consequences It is learning that what it values changes as energy moves through its being Art offers the systems opportunities to check and review It is why artists express their inner world It is why writers and poets write about beauty,… Continue reading System theory
Writing and M.E. 