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Matthew Vernon Whalan

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Matthew Vernon Whalan is a writer living in Southern Vermont. He has written political commentary and other nonfiction for OpEd News, CounterPunch Magazine, The New York Journal of Books, eoinhigginswriting.com, The Brattleboro Reformer, The Berkshire Record, The Berkshire Edge, and other magazines and newspapers. He has also published fiction and poetry in Foliate Oak, Hitherto MUIC, Thunderdome, Aberration Labyrinth, Literary Orphans, and other literary journals.

Articles by Matthew Vernon Whalan

Lessons from the Democratic convention

Saturday, 13 Aug 2016 - Demonstrators I encountered at the Democratic National Convention were enraged at the Democratic Party and have been since long before this election season.

A reflection upon the Charleston, South Carolina shootings

Monday, 6 Jul 2015 - Hate crimes do not occur because one race hates another; they occur because one person or group does not know, and is unwilling to know, another person or group. Hatred and fear are what human beings turn to when they confront the unfamiliar.

Short story: Dreakfast

Monday, 9 Mar 2015 - “Well, I prolly don't have much time left. That's why I wrote it to her. So I prolly wouldn't be able ta stop waitin on her ta write back before I had the chance ta do anything, before the old bucket kicked me. Guess everybody dies waitin for somethin they ain't gonna get though.”

Short Story: The Nose Picker

Sunday, 14 Dec 2014 - For the most part he enjoyed the secrecy, as though he were absurdly undermining the conventions insisting upon his loneliness — his lostness, his girlfriend, his future in the world, his security, the shame upon his habit.

Lost Silence

Saturday, 13 Sep 2014 - The young poet, Matthew Vernon Whalan , now back at Marlboro College in Vermont, muses about silences, real and imagined.

Part I: The heroin epidemic in my town

Wednesday, 23 Jul 2014 - We cannot dismiss the problem of heroin and the underlying, mysterious madness of the youth here. What do people need to escape from when they need to escape this much, this far?

A poem: In My Town

Tuesday, 17 Jun 2014 - In my town the youth congregate to complain about their futures and Try their hand at drinking away their worries. They want more than their imaginings of the future can give them