About Me

I was a latchkey kid. I was a redheaded stepchild. Who I was is who I am. I am Brooklyn-born.

I wrote long letters to my friends from camp. I wrote poems and stories in composition books. I want to write letters again. Writing saved me. It allowed me to let out everything inside of me.

I watched my mom die when I was 20. I watched my dad die when I was 33. I am an adult orphan. It runs rampant through my writing. I am at one with grief.

I write what I feel. I have no boundaries in my vulnerability. I don’t go back and edit. I am imperfect.

My personal motto is, “I literally do not care.” It’s not because I don’t care. It’s because I want to be free.

I’ve written more than 700 poems and 200 essays in the past ten years. My insides are all over the Internet. This site is my version of control. It’s life. And when I think of life, I like to think of carrying it in a handbasket. It sounds like it would be easy to pack, but it’s not. There’s only so much room.

I write for me. I write for my mom. I write for my dad. I expect nothing from you. I expect nothing from me. Creativity is an unchained wildebeest.

I am a former trial attorney, gallerist, museum curator, and university educator who has spent my life playing with real estate. I also spent most of my life being creative. I am a father, and nothing holds a candle to it. Nothing is even close. These words are ephemera in the universe, but they exist.

I like building businesses. My creative life is now a business, if only for me. By building this site and publishing my first book, I am allowing it to wander into the ether and find connection.