Sel Whiteley : Writing

July 12

July 12

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


Bowler hats worn in some dark homage to Sir Winston Churchill and the sixteen hundreds to celebrate the liberation of struggling settlers and the..
The Mauve Hills

The Mauve Hills

A Poem by Sel Whiteley


Six years old he stands the same height as the cello and still idealises his father their lead singer, who drunkenly reels between the instrument..
Northern Liturgies

Northern Liturgies

A Book by Sel Whiteley


Most of you have seen the vast majority of this before. I am just trying to bring some focus to my work.
Preface

Preface

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


Jean Paul Sartre famously wrote: “I do not believe in God; his existence has been disproved by Science. But in the concentrati..
Falls Road

Falls Road

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


Bereft of two brothers and one fiancé, she passed their photos to me. In a rioja wine soliloquy, their stories were transformed to Northern..
Colm

Colm

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


Go on home British soldiers, go on home she sang spinning: insatiable, manic with out-of-her-mind laughter. Her mind flashed back to Colm, buri..
Engagements

Engagements

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


Dublin: a daughter’s French polished nails tap H. M. Samuels window, staccato,she shows a still young mother, that ringshe desires. A for..
A Republican Addresses His Commander

A Republican Addresses His Commander

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


I wrote this poem more than a decade ago, listening to different stories when I was working as a mediator. I have lived a sheltered existence and neve..
Maturing Fields

Maturing Fields

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


He is only twenty-two but six times the sycamore leaves have fallen over these maturing fields, since whiskey-breathed, fresh from football; His..
Two Generations in the Long War

Two Generations in the Long War

A Chapter by Sel Whiteley


Ten years ago,his grip was secure as the concrete earthhe made a carpet every hour ofhis waking life; Youwere proud to reachhis knee then. &ls..