We are pleased to offer a series of writings for your enjoyment by local author Frank Sterle Jr. We will add pieces monthly so check back often for new stories.
A little about the author….
Since 1996, Frank Sterle Jr. has edited and produced small-circulation mental-health-related publications, to which he also contributed his own writings.
For a brief time in the mid1990s, he held a part-time position as a staff reporter and contributing writer with two community newspapers, The Burnaby News and The New Westminster News, at which he had just completed his journalism program practicum.
Also during the 1990s, typically on an annual basis, he’d have a guest column article in either of Vancouver’s two metro-daily newspapers, The Province and The Vancouver Sun; also, on two occasions he had a piece in The Sun’s (former) Saturday Review weekend supplement. He also had a half-dozen or so pieces in the CMHA journal Visions.
Perhaps his most notable achievements, he edited and produced two anthologies, both to which he also contributed written works.
Furthermore, he was/am the editor/producer of local, small-circulation mental-health-related publications, including The Whale Houser, all to which he frequently contribute(d) his own works.
Other than one statistics math course, his entire post-secondary education consists of a half-dozen English and creative writing courses, on top of a diploma program in Mass Communications and Journalism from (the since renamed) Kwantlen College.
welcome to our first official post one of many more to come!
She Murred, Purred & Drooled
Over the castle Mimi the cat ruled and when so finely brushed was quite well heard: stroked with its bristles, Mimi would’ve murred and purred; then she’d have pleasurably drooled, feeling so pleasant, she’d nobody fooled and needing not to have expressed her ‘word’ that this much gratefulness should have occurred, then lying on the cement, she’d felt cooled. She’d recently together her fleas pooled, upon her furry body they had stirred and with whom she’d continuously dueled (enduring such parasites was absurd!), through which the itching was promptly fueled, this outdoor cat wouldn’t ever be cured.