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About Daniel Kemp

At the age of seventy-six, Daniel Kemp has started his second year of studying the science of Psychology at the Open University. He is a member of The Society of Authors and also a bestselling writer. However, in early September 2025, he was diagnosed with cancer. He is now in palliative care at home, being looked after by his ex-wife. When he was writing his novels, he enjoyed writing stories that appealed to those who liked challenging themselves to solve mysteries that were set out before their eyes, but they couldn't. His introduction to the world of espionage and mystery happened at an early age when his father was employed by the War Office in Whitehall, London, at the end of WWII. However, it wasn’t until after his father died that he showed any interest in anything other than himself! On leaving academia he took on many roles in his working life: a London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver, but never did he plan to become a writer. Nevertheless, after a road traffic incident left him suffering from PTSD and effectively—out of paid work for four years, he wrote and self-published his first novel —The Desolate Garden. Within three months of publication, that book was under a paid option to become a $30 million film. The option lasted for six years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company. All ten of his novels are now published by Next Chapter Publishing Company which has added an edition titled The Heirs And Descendants Collection, which holds all four books of that series, alongside an edition titled The Lies And Consequences Collection which contains all four volumes of that series. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication and described as—the new Graham Green—by a highly placed executive of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of book signing events. He has also appeared on 'live' television in the UK publicising his first novel. Less

Christmas Cards

I never send my wife a Christmas card. I could say I believe them a rip-off in the sense of the price, the queuing to pay for it and the sentimental old tosh that’s written inside, but none of those … Continue reading

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Mother and Child

Flickering raindrops on telephone wires. Chimneys in the distance standing like gothic spires. There is no sun only streetlights alight, It’s the morning, but it could be the middle of the night. Muddied meadows, swollen streams, Did the mild autumn … Continue reading

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The Act Of Thoughtfulness

Platitudes; overused words the meaning having been lost in time. Just the same as the words I use in those silly rhymes of mine! BUT WAIT……… Santa Claus is in trouble. He’s lost a sack and he’s now in disgrace. … Continue reading

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Notice!

If you like sliding down chimneys and you don’t mind being pulled by a Deer. I know of a job you can apply for that will be available soon this year. You must like spreading joy and laughter and you’ll … Continue reading

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Beyond What’s Old

  The crows fly low on a day such as this, As the cold eats the air then blows it out as a mist. Branches are naked their leaves now gone, Leaving birds all huddled in a whimpering throng.   The … Continue reading

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Time For A Funny One

A Woman Rugby Player… There was something about Emma that reminded me of Frank. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but she smelled quite rank! It could have been the odour that oozed from her body, Or that she … Continue reading

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With Violence As Your God

To hallucinate from reality, not excepting the truth. To live a life of fantasy, in the mind of a youth. To hide your mind from darkness, seeing only what shines. Is to worship an evil God, who speaks from a … Continue reading

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Spread A Wing

If there be treachery of love on tongues that mouth The lies that damn our sacred vows, Then burning death awaits its call On devil’s wings and those that crawl.   Death too sweet for an arrow strike. That taste … Continue reading

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The World Should Cry For France

The attack on Paris last night is an attack on the freedom that all of us in the western, civilised world currently enjoy, but what is a civilised answer to it and is there a single one? I would imagine … Continue reading

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All That Breathe

Autumn leaves of burnished gold their life now over, their story told Fall from trees and gracefully lie, then fade from sight as they die. On grass, on paths, on ponds they lay, waiting patiently the rotting decay That awaits … Continue reading

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