ABOUT
THE AUTHOR
I
am 'LightHouse Dann Verner'.
I am
'Dann', just as I am.
And so it
is that I am ……..
So, come,
“Walk With Dann.”
A man who some say has lived many tragic lives.
The first decade of
my life I had lived in thirty-two homes.
I started my 'Walks'
at the age of ten.
I left Father's house
at the age of twelve to join a hippie commune and learned how to be a
Heroin addict.
Foster care, jails,
pain, sorrow and addiction were my childhood friends.
My playgrounds were
the streets.
My rocking horse a
Harley Davidson.
I was rescued from
certain death via an arrest.
Next was real life
recovery. 'Cold turkey' style in Dorchester Federal Penitentiary.
Where, after many
years, I finally found “ME”.
I still have demons
but I have learned to live with them.
I started blogging in
2002. It was a release from the demons within.
The blogging led to
my becoming an author.
The author led to my
wanting the world to know who I was and who I achieve to become.
If my story changes
but one life, then I have succeeded.
I
write my books for me and
my inner persona's.
For
the reader,
I tell my stories.
THE
LIGHTHOUSE BOOKS
All my books are available in paperback – Kindle &
other E-platforms at:
amazon.com/author/lighthouseverner
Available
also on KoBo
Visit
my blog at …
“Damaged”
is my first book.
Like
me, it is raw and full of mistakes.
I
have left it “unedited” as life has left me.
“DAMAGED”
They're
complicated, the thoughts in my head.
Confusion
is easily acquired when you are 'Damaged".
I
am 'Damaged'.
As
the following "Walks With Dann" shall reveal.
Take
heart in my words.
Absorb
knowledge from my mistakes.
‘BANE’, Walks you through my middle years and three decades of marriage.
It
does not contain the excitement of it’s predecessor.
It begins to show you who I was and who I was
becoming.
“BOON”
Walks you deep into my personal life of trials and tribulations and
my uniquely twisted none the norm perception of my realty.
A
fictionl journey of a hippie on a Harley exploring the times.
“THE
LAST CANADIAN COSMONAUT”
The
smell of the ocean danced on my nostrils as I walked, slipping and
sliding, across the flats. My eyes darting to and fro, carefully
scanning ahead for sink holes.
I
should have been walking the other direction. Towards the junior high
school. Towards hippie teachers trying to teach me of science, faith
and nature.
I
could hear the train in the distance. Pulling it’s tonnage of sugar
cane around the bend to the refinery.
The
tug boats crested the horizon. Their wake spewing behind them as they
pushed against the mighty tanker so as to slow it’s unforgiving
momentum. Lest it run ashore.
The
shore. My foster home was there. High up the hill. It’s windows
like two large eyes, taunting me with guilt.“Go
to school“, they seemed
to say.
“I
can’t“, my reply.
The
first volume of the
“Walking
On Dawes Collection”
“I
WANT TO BE 'FLOKI'”
"This is a tale
of a family who live their lives within the gang life. Except Little
Ray. He and his family want him to break the cycle and live a normal
life.”
There is tragedy, laughter and
most of all 'insight' within.
So come with us as we
“Walk On Dawes."
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