Greetings,

I am somebody who, at twenty-two, thought he could write. I then proceeded to let that supposition lay fallow for the next 15 years and didn’t write a thing. Why? I’ve conjectured it to death, but I’m sure most of the reasons will remain psychologically guarded.

At age 37, life had a go at me, and I was from then on compelled to write again. I haven’t stopped. No self-recriminations about all that wasted time, just the need to keep writing to save my life (which sounds overdramatic but it still rings true).

Having your own URL (in your own name no less) is the ultimate in solipsistic nirvana. This is indeed a place to show off my poems and upcoming publications, but I hope to make it a place to showcase my favorite spaces on the web, literary and otherwise. Other than that, I’d like to say, thanks for stopping by.