The Siren’s Song A fantasy does not just open doors to otherwise inhabitable realms. It drafts the body’s senses as for wars with an insurgency that overwhelms resourcefulness. The enemy’s at large. But targeted from portals of the mind the combatant is hit with a barrage of neurons whose location he can’t find. And thus unnerved by whistling fantasies, he’s focused on disparate body parts instead of more substantial enemies that work their arsenal into his heart’s encampment. Yet, desire is the source from which hormonal soldiers garner force.
Born & bred in New Jersey, He worked for many years in New York City. He loves music from Bach to Amy Winehouse. Shakespeare is his consolation, writing his hobby. As poets, he likes Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg, and Sylvia Plath. He also attends a Café Philo in Lower Manhattan every other week.