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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.

WHEN TOMMY WAS BETRAYED

Tommy, you did rather well, So, pat yourself on back, Your rulers pillaged most the world, But now this world comes back, To taunt your sons and daughters, It’s karma for disgrace, It’s your land that now is colonised, By every creed and race. You left your little […]

DID I REALLY WRITE THAT?

MICHAEL WALSH BOOK EDITING: When the subject of his memoirs came up, former U.S. President Ronald Reagan wryly remarked: ‘I hear it’s a terrific book. One of these days I am going to read it myself.’ Of course, the statesman hadn’t written his memoirs but he was hardly alone […]

Live in an apartment? Be Scared, be Very Scared

MICHAEL WALSH REPORT: A devastating fire that engulfed two large apartment buildings in Valencia, Spain, on 23 February killed ten people and destroyed dozens of homes. Video footage shows flames spreading swiftly up the building’s exterior, fanned by strong winds to create what onlookers described as a ‘fireball’ […]

The True Meaning of Love

My parents had been married for 55 years. One morning my mom walked down the stairs to make breakfast for my dad but during this trivial domestic routine, she clutched her chest and collapsed. Sensing something unusual, my dad picked Mom up and somehow got her into their […]