Category: Personal
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The Feminist Card
“You know me… I either bring the best out of people or the worst…” A mere musing to myself. But a few weeks later, the remark returned to me. Adversely. Not only that but he played the feminist card. On me… This person had hurriedly and thoughtlessly implemented a change that had adversely affected many […]
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Bring Him Home
Do you remember the first time you heard a song? The song that each and every time afterwards… The question…and my answer… That night I had the TV all to myself. The children were asleep. She was asleep. I wasn’t going to disturb her that night. Just dust out on the couch till morning. I […]
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Candy Royalle
I saw Candy Royalle perform four times. The first was at the Friend in Hand in Glebe where she was co hosting an open mic night. She performed this amazing poem that together pinned me to the wall with its passion and left me short of breath with longing. http://CandyRoyalle.com Then I saw her at WestWords […]
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Unspoken Listening
I’m safe now I’ve become her listening. Secure now for how can she find my flaw? I fold myself, hide and nod for more. I witness her wisdom travelling. Although I’m not entirely listening, I nod, say yes, ask again, make the wrong guess, Despite all her words nevertheless. I see her past knots unravelling. I see […]
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On His Poetry
I still don’t know how the poet began. I do know I loved songs as a child. I still can remember the church hymns from even before I went to school. I can remember nursery rhymes. I can remember even the pop music (Van Morrison’s The Way Young Lovers Do!). But when it comes to […]
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I’m a Trainer and All my Icons are Disappearing
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Write, Rewrite, Then Don’t Rewind : Writing Out Loud #4
I paid my money didn’t I? I should be able to take my choice then? No, not when NYC Midnight have their flash fiction competition. One thousand carefully chosen words, a genre, a scene and an object chosen at random. Forty Eight hours to write it. And on Saturday 15th July, the email arrived. Genre: […]
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Duel 2 : Me versus Truck
I was in trouble. For up ahead, out of the twilight, two traffic lights had turned green. The first light, two cars ahead of me, meant that pair of cars moved forward. The second light, perhaps one hundred metres away meant that these two cars, mine and however many behind me could cross the bridge. Single […]
Andrew James Whalan 