Kirstie Sivapalan
It has took me a long while to appreciate silence. Our minds become accustomed to a level of noise which we don't realise becomes comforting, sending us signals that life is how we would consider normal. I used to love the distinct whirring and wheezing of the Jubilee line, the trilling of the beeps at… Continue reading The Cloak of Silence
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
The day after the UK Referendum in our old shop, Unit 1, something magical happened. We suddenly became very busy but not busy with sales, a different kind of busy as people from the local community came in throughout the day seeking friendship and connection, wanting to share the confusion of emotions they were feeling.… Continue reading It takes a (small) village…
Writing and M.E. 