Sel Whiteley : Writing

The Psychic

The Psychic

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


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Chris

Chris

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


You, of no fixed abode, could make a heaven of a few soiled fields. Or, living on the road, stand dignified as any glacier-cut mountain. Your wo..
An Imperfect Poem for a Perfect Friend

An Imperfect Poem for a Perfect Friend

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


Five weeks devoid of words for recalls. Why are our poetic phrases scarceston black coffee mornings daydreamingof our best friends? In cider-filled ni..
That Scarlet Devil

That Scarlet Devil

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


We talked of Manchester United and he tapped some compulsive staccato with his gold ring etched with a Scarlet Devil.Between pulsied muscles and a mil..
The Unaltered

The Unaltered

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


She’s stood unaltered for thirty years, must, as a child have played games amongst those armoured tanks, such vehicles must have lined the J..
Do Not Believe What You Hear On The News

Do Not Believe What You Hear On The News

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


if just one of you passes this on in America or England you would be helping, we need to bring attention to this, I cannot believe what is happening. ..
A World Sized Treasure

A World Sized Treasure

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


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Why I cannot Thank You

Why I cannot Thank You

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


“It’s like an airport check-in”, you intone as we stand under the numbers of a post office desk, laughing in the way we've do..
Dreams and Constants

Dreams and Constants

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


In this hotel room of velvet sofas, hewn gemstone lamps and etiquette, we philosophise about our desires. The floor is cold, cream marble stoic ..
The Wealth of Charity Work

The Wealth of Charity Work

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


Another shift begins as a door closes, a computer logs on and my boss sings. Somewhere, a child starveling could pluck a handful of rice: opaque..