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
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 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
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)
A poem about perspective For video version (5 min long) please visit my YouTube channel, click here Which number are you? This poem, in the form of classical storytelling, was created in a response to the political climate, especially the UK, where discourse involving different perspectives has been overthrown in favour of zero-sum warring sides of… Continue reading A Story by Numbers
Her temper had finally cooled. The pools of molten lava lay without structure or form in her belly. Now she could travel deep within and create. With each thought, each feeling, each dream, new structures took shape. She wondered about whether there were any of her kind out there, she dreamed of love and companionship,… Continue reading Her First Children
Saturday 13 February saw another successful community event for the burgeoning RSL Collective. For this we ‘borrowed’ the unit next door so we could spread (the love) along the first three Units of the freshly painted Queens Parade in Willesden Green. As I truly know (and am making a business from it), Valentine’s Day brings… Continue reading Pop Up Love
Late post tonight as just heading home after a lovely evening of Taoist storytelling by Jean-Marc. The shop was a lovely venue for listening to stories by an amazing storyteller who brought them to life with great expression and comic touches. And the universal enduring wisdom of Tao too. I feel there might be something… Continue reading Stories of synchroncity
Writing and M.E. 