I was born in Brooklyn, NY on a cold January day, raised in Spanish Harlem during the 1980s, tuned out in a drunken stupor during the 1990’s before settling into the not-so-quiet life in the 2000’s in East Stroudsburg, Pennsylvania.
Sometimes I write stuff that looks and sounds like poetry. I write other stuff too. Mostly other stuff these days. Call me Ray. Thanks for stopping by.