I was born somewhere around the end of the sixties in a hospital in Carmarthen, Wales. Merlin predicated the exact date of my arrival but my mum knew better. I went on to live in the seaside town of Burry Port. In some folklore it is said Amelia Earhart circled my house before she landed in the harbor.
Besides from parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, and friends, I’ve lived a secluded life. I went to school in what was once a copper factory, one that excluded girls — although they were right next door. And another that was private. Each supplied me with an education. (Although I am peculiarly romantic enough to think of myself as an autodidact, which makes it difficult to be liked by the “properly educated.”)
I now live in Northport, Maine, with my wife, Nitasia and two daughters, Vienna and Gwyneth. I have an MFA in Creative Writing from Stonecoast.