I was born in Boston, Massachusetts on January 24, 1973, a day when peace in Vietnam was declared in the headlines of newspapers, and a day the BBC would later declare was the most depressing day of the year (I think these two things are unrelated). I grew up on a small farm outside of Boston, where I drew comics, wrote stories, and acted in plays. I had a lot of parental support. My mother, an artist, would create life-sized farm animals out of styrofoam and plaster (a sheep knitting itself for example) and pose them in our front yard to entertain and confuse the neighbors. My father, a writer, created a mail-order mystery game in which the subscriber would receive monthly packets of clues. I stuffed a lot of envelops and did a lot of fruitless explaining to my friends.
In 1995, I received a BFA in Fine Art from Colby College. In 1999, I received an MFA in poetry from the Iowa Writers Workshop. Between college and settling in Providence, RI (where I live now), I lived in 10 different states and worked a bunch of different jobs, including bookseller, cab driver, furniture mover, newspaper columnist, bartender, publishing house production editor, adjunct professor, nightclub manager, and finally, finally, a full-time artist.
Along the way, I never stopped drawing, writing, or creating scenes. In 2005, I founded a little art carnival called Wooly Fair, enlisting a sorts of my artist friends in Providence as carnies. For eight years, every summer, Wooly Fair would roll out with a new theme and a new landscape of hand-built games and scenery. It was an exhausting and wonderful blast of an event. Real goddamned close to magical. These days I paint, illustrate, garden, and live a peaceful life with my hilarious wife, Gillian Kiley, and our not-unfunny kids, Winnie, and Abe.
Bedtime Stories (Mindstir Media, 2018)
Beginning with Xs and Os (Stillwater River Publications, 2017)
Empty Beaches (Mindstir Media, 2017)
Summer of Cecily (Bunkerhill Publishing, 2004)
The Goddess of the Hunt is Not Herself (Slope Editions, 2005)