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
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“Damaged” is my first book.
Like me, it is raw and full of mistakes.
I have left it “unedited” as life has left me.
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.”
“You Can’t See Me”
Walking On Dawes Collection
This is a portrait of a broken man living a broken life in a broken world where family and friendship are one and the same.
Where wrong choices can lead to lifelong regrets. Haunting the very soul and stabbing the heart daily to remind you of the penalties of actions.
Where a man can be all alone and un-noticed in a crowded room.
Where sadness shadows joy and joy masks sadness.
This is the life of one man on one street in one city.
A man who let his darkness blind his Light.