Paw My cat/kitten, Black as Spades With one white mitten, Stopped dead in his tracks And stared. He could have been a statue. So, I walked carefully To stand beside him, And also stared. In the grass, Perhaps a foot away, Was a thin, long and Young-looking snake. It was stretched out, In curves, With its head erect, And motionless. Much like Paw. There are not many snakes On Partridge Island, and I have seen Much bigger. But, still, It was a snake. Paw was curious, Cautious, And scared. I was careful. Old Nick Chose well
To use a snake,
To bring down Humankind. I guess we three Waited five full minutes With none of us moving. So, I scooped up Paw (He made no complaint), And retreated the way We had come. I know the snake felt Every step we trod.
{I’m The Lighthouse Poet Laureate of Partridge Island /1821 – 2023 / A lot of stuff have I seen / A lot of stuff to report}
I owe my life to Hitler, though I never met the man. My father was paid to stop Hitler, so there is no conflict of interest. I was given a thunk on the back o' the head by God when I was fifteen, and within a week began to write. I haven't stopped. My first novel was accepted 'over the transom'. My first editor/author luncheon in New York included a naked man with roller skates at the next table. For the sake of research I have lain on Kafka's grave, but I did not weep. I wish upon my own gravestone the phrase "Thank God He Didn't Die A Virgin". There is truth in every truth - so watch out.
My published novels include the popular fantasy A Lost Tale and the thriller The Bonner Deception. I also have two editions of humorous and spiritual short stories, The Elephant Talks to God, which are appreciated by both young and old.
My manuscripts range from stories about unicorns and druids in the 'Passing Through Trilogy' to the 9/11 destruction of New York. I have filled in the missing diaries of Franz Kafka; recounted the first person dementia of a serial killer; explored the outrageous lifestyle of the famous; and listened in while an elephant and God converse. I currently switch my attention between the saga of a family of onion farmers, from Fourth century Italy to the present day, and a contemporary NATO thriller.
I live in Canada and make Nova Scotia my home.
I prefer to travel by train, but embrace the computer age with passion. I am always on the hunt for unique onion recipes.
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