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Liverpool born poet and writer Michael Walsh traces his Liverpool roots back to 1865. This was the year his Irish great-grandmother arrived in the Second City of Empire. His parents were born at the turn of what was to become the most tumultuous century in history. Michael's father, Patrick, fought in three major conflicts before reaching his fortieth birthday. His mother, Kathleen, was a former nun turned gun-running renegade.
On leaving school at 15 years of age, Michael spent 12 weeks at the Merchant Navy School for Sailors in Sharpness, Gloucestershire. During his years at sea, he was to visit and work in over 60 countries.
The journalist and broadcaster since provided articles and columns for numerous magazines and international news media. In 2011 he was awarded Writer of the Year by the publishers of Euro Weekly News, Europe's highest-circulation newspaper of its kind. He has authored, edited and ghosted over 70 book titles.

Miracles of the Oceans Wide

A seaman who fell overboard from a supply ship in the vast Pacific Ocean at 4 am spent more than 14 hours clinging to an old fishing buoy before being rescued. Alone in the middle of the world’s greatest ocean, and without a lifejacket, at first dawn he […]

Immortal Beloved

‘Though still in bed, my thoughts go out to you, my Immortal Beloved, now and then joyfully, and then sadly, waiting to learn whether or not fate will hear us.  I can live only wholly with you or not at all.

CONSUMERS REVENGE

If you sometimes feel that businesses are after your money, be guided by your instincts; they are after your money. Many offer a product or service showing a reasonable return on your outlay but the loosely regulated world of commerce offers a turkey shoot for unprincipled service suppliers. […]

THE CROSSING OF THE BAR

THE CROSSING OF THE BAR . Is that the sound of breaking surf, Or sighing wind in stays, Who else can feel the rising breeze, Or hear the slapping sails? . I hear a ship’s deep whistle, Feel rise of ocean swell, The telegraph is muted by, The […]

WE ARE WHAT WE EAT

Finally, after weeks of near-death experiences, we were recommended to an herbalist. Mr. Trevor Evans situated in a small Welsh market town gave each of the two children a spoon of a gravy-like liquid and a bottle and prescription of some dark brown liquid. It was like the laying on of the hands. The deadly disease disappeared within hours. Our sons were cured without common side effects.