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.
Unsurprisingly, the officer of the watch came through the wheelhouse door like Batman on steroids. With the glazed-eye look of an unhinged madman, his eyes rolling and soundlessly mouthing, Michael gathered he was saying something along the lines of, ‘What the frigging hell have you done, you half-witted bastard.’
Soon after becoming airborne, passengers and crew experienced the weightlessness you get when you are falling without a parachute. That is exactly what we or rather the airliners are doing.
I once told her I was sweating. She pulled me up on that one. ‘No Michael; horses sweat, men perspire, but we ladies just feel the heat.’
‘The greatest want of the world is the want of men, men who will not be bought or sold; men who in their inmost souls are true and honest; men who do not fear to call sin by its right name; men whose conscience is as true to duty as the needle to the pole; men who will stand for the right though the heavens fall.’
There are two things certain in life so it is said; death and taxes. To this might be added regrets and who better to ask what these might be than nurses in palliative care. What are deathbed laments of regret?
‘Michael Walsh never disappoints, and this exciting page-turning killer thriller was no exception. I didn’t have to get into it at all. I succumbed at the first page and surrendered myself to reading the novel until its finish.’
You think your call to your mom in hospital or your brother on holiday in Greece, calling the boss on your Smartphone is not that important. Think again! It is important to the Orwellian snoopers of corporate and globalist corporations that work with governments
In my experience, the most readable people are ordinary men and women. Often and unexpectedly those we consider conventional people were cast by fate into extraordinary situations.
Robert Burns: “Here’s freedom to him who would speak; here’s freedom to him who would write; for there’s none ever feared that the truth should be heard; save he who the truth would indict.”
So, what can ail the men who sail,
On the endless oceans free?
Who wish no more than to stand their watch,
As they peer at the endless sea?
Michael Walsh Stories and Books 
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