World's Luckiest Artist

To cynics, the paranormal is a joke at best but for those whove experienced it firsthand, it ranks with love, friendship, adventure, and creativity as one of the greatest joys of life.

Poets, however much they love their 'babies', must ruthlessly weed out lesser ones. I am no exception, only 174 of the 1000+ I wrote in my youth surviving to become Skookum Gulch.

Writers love poetry, truly consider it the queen of the arts, and I'm no exception. Sadly, it's out of fashion nowadays with the general public, largly due to a ton of it being painfully in-your-face loud and bad, truly good ones necessitating a search few have the leisure to pursue.

In First Car, a mid-60's, lung-threatened teenager experiences culture shock when he's moved from Toronto to rural Ontario for a year, its cleaner air being the reason, and cure.

In Odd Sox a bored, imperceptive white man misjudges Inuit logic, robbing himself of their beguiling humanity.

An artist proposes why he is the world's luckiest writer, inviting all to agree or disagree, after viewing future podcasts of excerpts from 35 of his 55 books.