Tag: personal
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Spiders in Space
Part of my domestic duties as a father involved spacing spiders. Not Daddy-Long-Legs. In time I learned they were harmless (they were a deterrent to other spiders). Like Jupiter and most comets. So left them to orbit just as they pleased
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Day 11: The Return
That’s how long it has taken me to settle in. Or rather pick up a pen and write about it. Apart from the incomplete and scattered musings and snippets that pose as poetry. I’ve relocated. To a new job : IT Trainer (similar to but not the same as the past role). To a new…
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The Teddy Bear Principle
In September 2020, I received an email. Somewhere in the middle was a story about how a university professor solved enquiries before he received them. By keeping a teddy bear outside his office. Attached to it was a sign, “Ask Teddy.”
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May You Ever (A Response to May You Never)
I wrote a response to Meredith Lewis’ prompt May you never which details how I stopped writing poetry for years. But how I returned can only be described as a subtle gentling. In every role, whether programmer or system manager or desktop support or service manager, I was always writing whether diaries for recollection and…
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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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From Melbourne to Sydney
One often says of oneself as a child, this is where I grew up. But to me, at least, one doesn’t realise that one has grown up until one leaves that place and returns. Yes I grew up in Canowindra (New South Wales). I grew up too in Kiama (New South Wales). And then Canberra…
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Through The Eyes of a Child
One more story. One more story. One more story. Please. PLEASE. I’ve already read you 3 or 4 stories already and its late. What time is it now ? Story time daddy. I’m tired. Sleep Time. Good night. Another story. Another story. Well, maybe I’ll tell you one.
Andrew James Whalan 