Firestorm and other Pieces of Wind

By Broken Walls Publishing

Six fictional short stories of Algonquin Park
FIRESTORM and other Pieces of the Wind is a collection of six fictional short stories which blend the human spirit and the natural soul of Algonquin park
Firestorm...a mother and her daughter face heartbreak and death in a firestorm in Algonquin...
Big Jim...a lonely man finds a place to belong at the Lake Opeongo Dock...
Johnny Martin...the story of a man and a woman and a love which endures over much turmoil and two continents...
Up and Down the Lake...a young girl struggles with the meanings of life and spirit on a camping trip...
The Strange Case of William Gully...grumpy old hermits are not always what they seem to be...
POW...a German escapee from the WWII Nipissing River POW logging camp finds adventure and , perhaps romance, as he paddles east...
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Broken Walls Publishing
• Release date: Apr 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301460373

Broken Walls Publishing

biography https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/125584560 I first began writing a long time ago as a poet. Poems turned to prose. Prose matured and grew a tale and traveled haphazard but in a novel way. I wrote from the bewilderment of life...I wrote not for gain but out of loss. I used to say I was a ‘god-hunter’.....and that voice would either find me Saint Theresa’s ecstasy, Krishnamurti’s peace or Nietzsche's madness. I found no conclusions, no doors but eventually the walls I wrote on became grafittized and tapestaric..... I had become a poor painter in words.... I have written a number of books on taoist philosophy (Tiger and Bent Tree); social/religious philosophy (Seven Days); adventure fiction (Firestorm) ; political theory (Political Moments); short stories (Cloaks) and a series in children books (Rubear) I am currently working on another Political book and, also, a fictional novel about a 12 year old boy dying of cancer during a war in Europe in the mid 2030s. Poet The poet makes a feast out of dirt and then minces his words. The poet is goat footed at the banquet, grinning widely into everyone's distaste. The poet sticks shit to a blanket. The poet fornicates with shadows. The best poet buzzes darkly incessant in your fabric skull. The worst poet is an indigestion. In any coffee shop, you can smell poets by their inertia. Good poetry is waterproof. Everyone has at least one poem in their closet. It is solely theirs in the way we forget the maker of a shoe after we have worn it awhile. When poetry dances, it is clothed; you are naked. The drums rhyme. If you are patient, everything rhymes. Even God.

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