A teenage boy struggling with the coming-of-age issues of sexuality, religion, and peer approval is overwhelmed, but soldiers on. After several years, he comes to understand the family forces that have left him so deeply troubled, and the process of
I Made My Boy Out of Poetry is a powerful literary vision of rare scope, beauty and emotional intensity composed of stories and poems that flow in and out of each other like the most lucid and articulate of dreams. These are portraits and studies of
Everything cometh to he who waiteth so long as he who waiteth worketh like hell while he waiteth.
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I write stories about people I knew in a country I was born in; a country my father was born in. My grandfather left Poland in 1885 and came to South Africa, establishing a life in the small town of Potchefstroom. He was a tailor to President Paul Kruger, supporting the Boers in the war against Enland in the Anglo Boer war. It was only years later, after my father passed away that I learned the true story about my grandfather. I have told that story in my book, BRAKENSTROOM under the chapter DASSER.
After I married, and started practicing as a Pharmacist in Potchefstroom, I became very active in challenging the apartheid system of South Africa. It was after I was threatened by the South African Security Police, that I encouraged my children to emigrate. They chose Canada, and it was only after they had settled and established themselves that my wife and I followed them. Today we live in Vancouver, Canada.
It is not easy to say which genre my stories belong to, I can only say that I am a fan of Somerset Maughn and try to write as he did. The only problem I have is that I find it difficult to describe a tree in two paragraphs. I tell the story as it happened, and tend to cut out descriptions. My vocabulary is also not excessive, and I use basic words not words where the a reader will have to use a dictionary to find out what the word means. The 'Scintillate scintillate tiny asteroid' is to me simply 'Twinkle twinkle little star.'
At my age, writing takkes care of boredom. So I write and write and write. All my stories are events that truly happened, and people I knew and met. There are many more stories I can tell, and I will as lonmg as my computer works.