Kirstie Sivapalan
I write not only for immediate engagment and the comfort of a sense of community, but for the audience of One, who will find words like mine in the future, who will piece together this story of greed and global tragedy for another generation - far from now - to understand. Archeologists of the future,… Continue reading My Historical Record
A short poem about what it feels like to be immunocompromised and left behind post- pandemic From BBC interview with Dr Fauci August 2023 Poppies are used to symbolise death through conflict; they grow tall and wild by the wayside. Their red petals signify the blood we all share: people lost to war, Great and… Continue reading Wayside Abstractions
Time flies, but not, I imagine, if you are an angel. It's been three years since I last wrote an Angel Squad story, a little bit of daftness I dreamt up back in 2019 during the Tory Leadership election. The second one (you might want to read them first for context) was written early in… Continue reading Angel Squad 3: Send in the Doughnuts
It was there the last time she looked. But this time - Nothing. Where the hell did it go? Where did it all go? She stared at the moulded plastic thing on the counter: gleefully orange, punctured with rows of neat little holes in and around its curved bottom. Cauliflower? Something like that but not… Continue reading Drained – a short story for M.E. Awareness Week 2023 (5 min read)
I was just starting to stir this morning. Not quite asleep, not quite awake, lying in the world in between. I felt nothing. No pain, no tiredness, for a moment I thought I had recovered and allowed space to entertain the feeling. But I took a breath and time moved on and it all came… Continue reading If only
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
New poem for ME Awareness Month 2021. I wanted to write something that reflects the frustration of being dismissed, ignored & gaslighted because we cannot be "good productive members" of a consumerist economy. Seems apt to post this on International Workers Day too. For more information on living with M.E or caring for someone with… Continue reading Defective
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
Get A Test You Know Best Keep Numbers Down For The Clown Get On Line It takes Time Drive Ninety Miles With Sick Child Don't Blame Me ‘Cause It's Free Labs Can't Cope All Shoulders Slope Heed The Phrase HandsFaceSpace All We Need Three-Word Feed Syllables Only Two Can't Not Confuse. * Rule of Six… Continue reading Rule of Three
New poem: Reminding The Forgotten Part One * * Oh do sit down. You are spoiling my view. No-one wants to hear From the Likes of you. * Please take your rants and your large-lettered cards. And stand over there Where the other ones are: * The sad and the mad ones that couldn't quite… Continue reading Reminding The Forgotten
Writing and M.E. 