I prepared myself for the anachronistic life of a belletrist. But found John Lennon was right about making other plans. There was supposed to be literature, music and travel. Family and responsibilities intervened. Now I am returning to the crooked path.

I studied classics at UC Santa Cruz under Norman O. Brown. When possible I traveled to the bacchanalia of Grateful Dead shows, from Winterland to Egypt. I translated and staged Greek plays, wrestled with modern poetry, hitchhiked the country, and busked on street corners, all, as only an innocent could. I took a gap year to write a novel that no one wanted to take the time to read. After graduating I discovered the truth of my grandfather’s admonition: you cannot make a living out of Greek tragedy.

So I acceded to the familial chorus and enrolled in that bastion of the pragmatic, law school. While practicing I continued to write, not only legal fiction, but literary fiction as well. Briefs by day, short stories and novels by night. Some were published, most were not. Sometimes I managed to lose myself in music. Mostly, it was a conventional life: a wife, two kids and the suburbs of San Francisco. As Zorba would say, the full catastrophe.  Now it is time to put away adult things.

Instead of consigning my thousands of pages of imaginings, wordplay, visions and revisions to the dustbin of oblivion, I have set up this website to preserve and share my stories and writings. Periodically I will upload an old or new piece; you who might stumble upon them can read and comment. This may spark conversation. Or maybe I will continue to talk to myself. Whatever it turns out to be, I hope you the reader may find some enjoyment in this lifetime’s attempt to give life—at least my life—some meaning.