Sail Away With Me

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SAIL AWAY WITH ME a book of poems old and new about the sea and those who sail upon it.

Do you remember Wynken, Blynken and Nod by Eugene Field?

Wynken, Blyken and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe; 

Sailed off on a river of crystal light. 

Into a sea of dew . . .

How about Edward Lear’s wonderful The Owl and the Pussycat?

The Owl and the Pussycat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money

Wrapped up in a five pound note . . .

In my book for children you will find these and a few other treasures from the past. Old but not forgotten.

In Sail Away With Me you will also find my own poems. Such as The Good Ship Royal . . . Here’s a taste:

On the good ship Royal

There’s a curious crew,

Surely the most curious 

That I ever knew.

The captain’s a hippo,

In a proper cap,

First mate is a jackass,

Now, just fancy that!

continued . . .

Or,

A Boat for Jillian

In a land far away

From you and me

Lives a girl named Jillian Kane.

“With my boat,” says she, “I’ll go out to play

On the big blue beautiful sea.”

“My boat’s ‘The Pearl’,

She’s strong and fine

With her fishing nets

and flags all flying.

We shall leave with the moon

And sail till we find

The other side of the world.

continued . . . 

Laura Beingessner’s magical illustrations bring these words to life.

SAIL AWAY WITH ME is available in book stores on demand or on Amazon

 

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The only power I have over my life, thinks Claudia Stone as she puts the noose around her neck, is the power to end it. 

Claudia is unable to live her life. Until, by a twist of fate she discovers a hidden talent. When she becomes a phone sex playmate a new exciting world begins to unfold. But will it be enough to save her?

This is how it begins:

Claudia Stone looked down at the ten metre length of rope dangling from her hand and realised she had no idea how make a noose. Standing at the foot of the basement stairs, her flimsy peach-coloured peignoir plunged daringly at the neckline and swung about her ankles like water. This was the day, she’d decided earlier, her teeth clamped in determination. And this was the place. As far as the knot was concerned, she’d just have to ad-lib.

. . . to be continued

 

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No one passing the Stone residence at 8 Wellington Drive in York Mills, Ontario that promising sun-bright day would ever have guessed what forty-six year old Mrs. Stone was up to. If the high wrought iron gates happened to be open, passers-by would likely notice the manicured lawn and the circular drive dressed in potted plants and skirts of blossoming flowers. They’d catch sight of the impressive old house almost hidden by towering spruce and weeping willow. A watchful eye would certainly blink into the brilliance of the original stained glass window adorning the main entrance, but might fail to detect that the pillars supporting the veranda’s ornate crown were forgeries. How fortunate were the people living there they would muse. How comfortable and happy they must be. 

Houses can give false impressions. 

Deep inside, Claudia Stone wasn’t considering other people’s assumptions. She wasn’t giving a damn about what anybody thought about anything. For once in her life she couldn’t have cared less. Her mind barely registered the icy chill emanating into her bare soles from the newly laid terracotta tiles. It was occupied instead with the sturdy oak beams overhead. Six of them. Claudia took a hesitant step forward, eyeing each beam like a hungry bird a worm. The rope she found in the garage was pure untreated hemp. Her husband had picked it up dirt cheap at Maynard’s Hardware a month earlier. He intended to keep it in the trunk of his car to use as a tow rope once winter rolled around again. Claudia spotted it the other day, hanging from a hook next to the rake. She figured it would do the trick.