Kirstie Sivapalan
I really wanted to write a wee mini-roll post today. For a while now I've been thrashing about in the murky seas of Twitter, now the unenigmatic "X", as well as the pristine, sanitised swimming pool that is Zuck's Threads, so it seemed a good time to do an update. Then PEM hit. I mean,… Continue reading Mini-Roll: PEM, plans and the cut-and-paste Press
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
There are three days that exist for me between January and April: my husband's birthday, Imbolc (aka St Bridget's day where I do some hippy crystal-meditationy stuff) and my birthday. The rest of the days are just that: REST. If I do get to do anything outside of these days it's a bonus. I have… Continue reading Mini-Roll 2.0 – What a day this year has been
M.E. Life, politics and social angst The posts below are now an archive. Latest entries for what is now Mini-roll 2.0 can be found in Latest Work. Each entry is usually no more than 2-3 mins to read. What is a mini-roll? Inspired by the UK "mini" Budget, I'm starting a series of "mini" blog… Continue reading Mini-roll
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
I was reflecting today on how recent events in US election have unfolded, the current encumbent in the role of US President, and the presence of social media that runs through the whole thing. There is a term that is used to describe someone who incites others to commit violence. Stochastic. It originally related to… Continue reading A cross (blue) tick
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
I'll be proud of being British whenBritish people stop being so proud of nationalism, flags, and baying in a crowdabout some ghost of Britannia whoonly ruled the wavesby exploitation, ignorance and creating their wage slaves,who greedy men had convinced all evilcame from overseas,not from profiting from disaster whenthis country was on its knees. I'll be proud of… Continue reading Pride of Britain
Back without any demand whatsoever, it's the Angel Squad featuring Mikey and Cam. Please note that angels are not particularly left-wing as that would mean they would perpetually fly in circles not getting anything done. (Obvi) Also they are unlikely to speak like actors who have escaped from a Guy Richie film so, and I… Continue reading Angel Squad 2: Whack-a-mole
The search for Truth We set out together to find it: I, scaled the hill and slid down the mountain; You, soared over the lake and stalked through the trees. * “I found it!” We both said, Grasping at the shimmering stone that had clung to the earth, wiping it clean with a sleeve. *… Continue reading The Search for Truth (Poem)
Writing and M.E. 