I wrote “The Wolf of the Steps,” my first poem, when I was fifteen years old. I had just completed Herman Hesse’s Steppenwolf, which was also the first book I ever finished. I can’t say I understood the book, even though I knew who was being described in it. Me.
Ever since that initial encounter, I have written poetry, not as a profession but as a necessary expression of myself, for like the character in Hesse’s famous novel, my subjective self dominates my life.
Fifty-two years later, Finishing Line Press published my first book of poetry, THE DARK DIARY in 27 refracted moments.