POET

When you delve into my poetry, you will find I seemed to have sometimes shown up at the right time at the right place, vibing with the right context. Raised in the whereabouts of Boston, my dear elder sister turned me on in 1964. She was privy to the Cambridge/Harvard beatnik scene, and at 16, I put the point of my needle into Dave Van Ronk’s/Bob Dylan’s grooves (record players, vinyl LP’s… state of the art) and started my pilgrimage. From prep school, to the Univ. of Calif, to a Berkeley “head”, to the Haight-Ashbury hippie LSD-fueled 2-year love-in, to being an Injun hobo-ing Road-Dog , to a Big Sur inner awakening, to a vegan romance on my way back to a back-to-the-earth 1890’s organic dirt-farm, to heart-break and renunciation as a hermit in the wild (of tiny Rhode Island none-the-less) bucking for a Yogananda-style pie-in-the-sky, left-the-planet “enlightenment”… to finding… being found by Prem Rawat (o my Masterpilot of Self Knowledge), I have been on a conscious journey with the core of my being.