Kirstie Sivapalan
I am unsettled today. Disturbed even. The level of intolerance is growing and I find myself asking the question, a common one in what was my HR profession for anyone raising a grievance, what outcome are people looking for? I read a piece on Substack this morning. An article by the journalist Ian Dunt who… Continue reading The Destiny of Intolerance
I wrote a poem and made it into a picture to give it added dimension (no pun intended). It's been a long while since I have managed anything creative. M.E. strips you of everything.Be interesting to see if anyone can spot what is different about the picture though as well as any other thoughts or… Continue reading Stay
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
Image reads: THEIR FINAL PERFORMANCE 1.1. Who better than those who profess to know minds to twist our actions? Those that have plundered the void to plug with their confidence (tricks). To keep those of us blighted by secrets locked tight in our cells bombarded by their (un)veiled attacks. To call us the aggressors in their… Continue reading Their Final Performance: ProtestNICE4ME
Image reads: Mission 2021: If my liberty means the incarceration of others, I am not free. If my prosperity means the poverty of others, I have no riches. If my success means the failure of others, I have not achieved. If my wellbeing means the sickness of others, I cannot heal. Until we are all… Continue reading Mission 2021
Happy FoolishRhetoricExpeditesExcessDeathsOf theMasses Day 19th July, #FreedumbDay is trending and England has dropped all restrictions. The pandemic is over here as our Government said so. Or rather that is the subtle message that is carried on its waves. They have also told people to take personal responsibility and use caution but since it took charging… Continue reading FreeDumb Day
The Kings Library at the British Library, one of my sacred spaces. Photo: K Sivapalan 2018 Free to use I wrote the poem below twelve days ago now. People with M.E. (Myalgic Encephalomyelitis) will recognise the play on a familiar term we use in my title - PEM, which is short for Post-Exertional Malaise. This… Continue reading P/o/EM
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
Writing and M.E. 