Kirstie Sivapalan
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’
(The wheel turns. The dancer must rest) Be still now What is life without loss? What is joy without love ? What is Earth with Spirit? Remember. Hear the rush of the Great Sea - The Sea that flows in your veins, through your heart. As you sit on the shore, embrace the… Continue reading Cancerian Retrospective
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
(Don't cause a fuss Don't cause of fuss Don't put the spotlight on any of us Don't assert your rights Don't stake your claim What ever you do don't remind them we are all the same) Oh do sit on the the seat That wasn't yours take Do dismiss those with skin darker than yours… Continue reading Oblivi – us
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
I stumbled out the Great Sea with legs unsure and unformed. Millennia passed as I grazed and clawed, grew limbs, and shook off my scales. In time, my core stiffened to meet new pace, poise shifted and teeth met with tongue. Through years I shaped clay from waiting wet earth, cementing will and all… Continue reading The Pisces Call
(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
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
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
Words are flying around my head None will take root and find meaning Feelings are sent tumbling To a place without words There are no pictures either Just half-words and muddled phrases Thrown up from deep recesses Gushing into my mind I can grasp neither heads nor tail Whizz banging articulations fade Before I can… Continue reading Mind – Full
Writing and M.E. 