Author: Andrew Whalan
The next time again I was proven wrong I didn’t flinch or retaliate I wouldn’t bend I’d determined myself this time I’d be strong So began the long hope without any end. Those times I was always pushed away I crouched down, and folded a fended arm Ask her why, again she had nothing to…
The Quiet Life
I’d rather take the quiet life please Not the so-called one of perfect ease Full of ever flowing trivialities Bounded by time distracting activities
She was right
She’ll come back to you, the girl sitting opposite me said. And nearly stood up when she said it. For she was absolutely certain. You’re wrong I thought. This dark haired pixie faced child whisperer had promoted herself. To daughter predictor. Mine. You can’t possibly be that sure. You don’t know her it me or…
Nature in the waiting
In this moment I’m ignoring the clear blue sky. The half-shy nodding smiles of casual passersby, Bracketed between the silver-touched clouds and The soft silken slop of my feet caressed by the sand. In this moment I’m ignoring the far away wave sounds, Sieved through leaves swaying through the mottled light, Colouring me first autumn…
The 6th Stage
fill out the form tick each box thorough enter start date including end date too. denial? maybe a dose of anger? me I’m always bargaining anew wallowing in followed sadness although i’ll never receive acceptance that’s true. check all of the above because I’ve got each stage applying all the time. yet amidst the transmitted…
I want to hear the tapestry that is your conversation I want to weave quietly the threads between your words I want to sew together the phrases spoken I want to discern the thoughts you’ve left unspoken. Even if I never draw closer to that which you would’ve rather have left broken.
I won’t speak to you of my flaws and fears I’ve no intent to move you to crying and tears I speak so you can catch and keep your breath And know that after me that love must overcome death. For that false love that cheats hides and deceives A mere plastic glove that only…
What happened when you asked?
Degrees? Divorces? Dislocations? So how many experience points Have you earned since you were born? Have you yet enumerated and then worn Them as a charm against more misfortune Another badge showing you’ve now levelled up? More like chains drawn close drowning others deepward Wouldn’t you rather be a light to those that never saw…
He wanted his fifty. I knew it. They knew it too.
How I was touched by Everybody’s Oma (Movie Review)
You may have seen the viral videos. Turning a kitchen into a supermarket. Or a front yard into Sydney’s aquarium. All for Oma… If you’d followed Everybody’s Oma on social media, you’d probably know Henderik van Genderen’s (“Puck” ) story in greater detail. You’d expect the movie to be a continuation. And you’d be right.…