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Andrew James Whalan

Poet. Storyteller.


  • November 22, 2022

    Catless

    Catless

    It’s been at least another fifty years, how many now, in truth, I’ve lost count. Nowadays each anniversary starts the same way. Someone gently shakes me awake. All becomes white. At their words, I nod in answer, although sometimes I shake my head just to be perverse. But it is all the same now. I […]

  • November 21, 2022

    So? What’s Next?

    So? What’s Next?

    So? What’s next? As President Bartlet in the West Wing would say, and did.

  • November 16, 2022

    forever strong

    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 say One step back, nearly always put me safe from harm. As I had learnt once too often never to parry Her blow that was provocation enough This is my burden, what I’m meant to carry I’m durable, a man, I should be tough. My passive resistance by her violent persistence Was in time overcome. Hope can’t be forever strong.

  • November 15, 2022

    The Quiet Life

    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

  • November 14, 2022

    She was right

    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 […]

  • November 14, 2022

    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 red goldened during the night, Enveloping me finally in winter’s silvergreen grounds. Meanwhile the tree stretches upward, outward, But underward, its true growth unseen. For these are the moments when nature’s words Are writing me to a place I never would have been.

  • November 13, 2022

    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 trauma before I end it must stop with me. so what is my everlasting legacy? what could it be that might be entrusted with me? why amidst the constant taste of acidic brine I slowly occasionally sup more often now from love’s everlasting wine.

  • September 26, 2022

    Tapestry Maker

    Tapestry Maker

    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.

  • September 13, 2022

    Love’s Quest

    Love’s Quest

    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 trusts what one perceives Nay I’d rather speak of the love where nothing can be hidden And follow your quest for that love as you are bidden. Love that discerns my weakness Comforts me in my sadness Letting me borrow its strength Sending it to others beyond life’s length.

  • September 6, 2022

    Helplessed

    Helplessed

    What happened when you asked?

  • September 5, 2022

    Experience Points

    Experience Points

    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 the sky?

  • September 5, 2022

    Bring Him Home

    Bring Him Home

    …, “Why are you crying?”

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