Reconciliation

Is always reconciliation possible? My father’s father left home when my own father was a baby. Never once in almost 20-years did he see tor have any contact with his father. One day in a working man’s pub in Edinburgh a man that knew my father shouted for him to come over. The man was…

Life Is Never Lost

Life Is Never Lost December 25th, 2009 I woke up in the tiniest room of the tiniest house I had ever lived in. The house built from handcrafted red clay brick was around 200 plus years old. Many a person had travelled through each room before I had arrived. Before me, I imagined the previous…

father's day poem, poetry

Fathers Day Poem – I AM A MAN

I am a man I am a father I am a man And as a man I am strong I am powerful I am knowing of my own manliness When I rise each day I am sure of whom I am I know what I can become I know my strength I understand my understanding…

short story writer

The Man That Couldn’t Love

The Man That Couldn’t Love – Short Story AFS There’s a man that is old. The man is lonely. He is the man that couldn’t love. He had children and never loved them. He had a wife and never loved her. He had a father that he never loved. He loved his mother but his…

writers shed

My dads book …?

The photo above: this is the shed I wrote my first book in the hills of Bonny Doon, California. My dad keeps saying he wants to write a book. He told me he wants his history on paper so all of his family can know about his life and their connected history. For example, he wanted to…