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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.

WHAT RELIGION IS YOUR BRA?

MAKE READING FUN AGAIN: A man walked into the ladies department and shyly walked up to the woman behind the counter and said, ‘I’d like to buy a bra for my wife. ‘ What type of bra? asked the clerk. Type? inquires the man, ‘There’s more than one […]

Are You a 1 Per Cent Minority?

Photo: Esther Collings and her husband Ronald were Australia’s oldest living couple in 2018. Globally, 99% of people born between 1930 and 1946 have passed to the other side. If you were born in this period, your ages range between 77 and 93 years old (a 16-year age […]

History was shaped by the Horse’s Ass

I DIDN’T KNOW THAT: The US standard railroad gauge (distance between the rails) is 4 feet, 8.5 inches. That’s an exceedingly odd number. Why was that gauge used? Well, because that’s the way they built the railways in England, and English engineers designed the first US railroads. Why […]

A Life-Changing Act of Kindness

The presence of God in everyday life: I was just one of millions of poor kids when I was growing up. I was insignificant to everyone but to myself. My cash-starved mom used to send me to birthday parties with no present just so I could get something […]

THE HORSEMAN OF THE SKIES

THE HORSEMAN OF THE SKIES . With horse as white as satin, He rode the midnight skies, An ardent gleam of passion, In the rider’s cold black eyes. The horse’s mane was flowing, And its head was high and proud, And from its flaring nostrils, Its breath appeared […]

WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING

WHERE THE SKYLARKS SING . The summer breezes balmy, Brought cotton clouds to rest, They drifted aimless, some were caught, Upon the mountain crest, The maid was plucking flowers, Her shoulder turned aside, To hide the blush upon her cheek, Was it a flush of pride? . That […]