It’s been a while since I’ve been known by my Hawaiian shirts and tennis shoes, at least in summer. Winters in New England are another matter.
For four decades, my career in daily journalism allowed me to pay the bills while writing poetry and fiction on the side, a labor of love that saw more than a thousand of my works appear in literary journals around the globe.
My name, given while residing in a yoga ashram in the early ‘70s, is usually pronounced “Jah-nah,” a Sanskrit word that becomes “gnosis” in Greek and “knowing” in English. My favorite mantra of late is “Yay!” – thanks to a favorite 10-year-old gymnast. These days I dwell near both the Atlantic Ocean and the White Mountains north of Boston.
My wife and two daughters have prompted more of my new novel than they’d ever imagine, mostly through their questions about the past and their translations of social culture and tech advances for a geezer like me. Rest assured, they’re not like any of the book’s characters, apart from being geniuses in the kitchen.
Publication of "What’s Left" now has me rethinking characters and events in my earlier ebooks. During the upcoming months, please look for the release of revised editions – most with new titles and new covers.