I will do my best to give you a taste of my writing from time to time, either prose or a shanty.
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THEM BONES (A SHANTY)
Verse 1
Aboard the good ship Manatee,
I sailed south with me lads.
There’s not a crew did sail as good,
Though most of ’em were cads.
Aye rogues were e’ry tar of ’em,
Except of course fer me.
Too fine am I to meet my end,
With that you must agree.
ChorusIt’s the bones, oh the bones,
Them Fates have cast our bones.
The ones down deep have grabbed our feet,
And we’re off to Davy Jones.
PUBLICATIONS
“The Wrestler’s Apprentice” (as Stephen Castillet). Bash Down the Door and Slice Open the Badguy (anthology). W. H. Horner, Editor.