was on the road with his psychedelic punk blues band, The Saint James Catastrophe, when he picked up the heroin smoking habit. This inevitably led to a California high desert penal colony where he reinvented himself as a writer of the darkly absurd.

His poetry, fiction, and essays have been published in Confrontation, Meridian, Tears In The Fence, On Spec, Lynx Eye, The Sun, and other less reputable literary gazettes. He has three sons, Zachary, Dylan and Lowell who are gentlemen and geniuses. Continue.