Dear Friends, 
  
In March of 2012, I wrote a song called “Rabbit Holes” because I’m interested in the perennial questions we can’t seem to answer:  How did the universe begin, what’s it made of, is there a God? I find myself amused at our journey through the millennia in search of the answers to these persistent existential questions and I find that I am particularly interested in the turn this query took about 500 years ago with the advent of the scientific method. 
  
I guess all of this was kicked off in my…

I'm happy to announce that this week Amazon rates "Raised in the Shadow", my life in 25 poems, as #607,825 on their best-seller list. Last week it was rated #3,225,478. For those of you who don't have a pencil and paper handy, that's a jump of 2,617,653 places. Wow! How DO they figure these things? I have no clue, and, after some google-sleuthing, I have come to the conclusion that neither does anyone else.  

By the way, this collection of 25 poems, written over the course of the year I turned 50, is…

“They say a neurotic is a man who builds a castle in the air. A psychotic is the man who lives in it. And a psychiatrist is the man who collects the rent.” – Jerome Lawrence

I would add that a writer is the one who can no longer afford the rent. Know what I mean? Therapy gets pretty expensive and they can’t fix the broken parts anyway. Might as well write about it. One way or another you end up finding it in your songs or your novel, or your journal. Stuff you didn’t mean to be writing about but, shit…