Brooklyn, NY born, I managed somehow or other to survive the Age of Aquarius, despite the Age's best efforts to the contrary. Though late to the field of writing, I have published in a dozen markets, including online and print literary journals, as well as genre anthologies. Even won a contest or two, for goodness sake.
When not writing or teaching or enjoying the companionship of my wife and literary cheerleader, a woman as patient as a saint and who will ever be in my heart a blushing, young bride, you may find me hiking the forest covered hills along the New York Hudson River Valley. If not tramping through the wilds, look for me elsewhere, more than likely at a favorite pub, a pint in one hand, my darts in the other--someone has to teach the pups how the workingman's game is played.
Sláinte,
R. A. Keenan