I was living in a rooming house in the South End of Boston and I was behind in the rent. The guy who owned the place, Sid – a fat, sweaty compulsive gambler who always had a cigar in his mouth – was hounding me for it, threatening to throw…
Craig Stormont is originally from Queens, NY, and he began writing poems in the 1970’s. Before attending college, he spent most of the 1980’s wandering around the USA by thumb in order to experience life to the fullest. He currently lives on Long Island where earns his living as a professor of literature and writing. Craig values truth, nature, and his young son Harry most of all.