Kirstie Sivapalan
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
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
The post below is so deeply personal and a complete change of voice and style that it needs its own forward. I am on a journey, as we all are. Part of my journey is to write about what I have experienced, will experience and what I want to experience in its most pure and… Continue reading We don’t know
When I was a child I used to love those paper-folding "chatterboxes". The snip-snapping of the folded paper, the anticipation of what would I would find after I chose a random number or colour, the layers to be unfolded and the final "statement of truth" that would be revealed to me, which depending on who… Continue reading Unfolding
Writing and M.E. 