I was born in Calabria, southern Italy on March 29th 1953.
 
A year later, with my parents I arrived in Toronto, Canada. It was there that I learned to live inside different cultures that created a diverse world in my mind. Now, after having included Istanbul since 2004 as one of my residences, and reflecting back on a life that experienced much more than family and profession, I continue to wonder and write.


Magical/psychological realism ... 

everything appears as real and as wonderful as a happy dream ... 

only, after you wake up, or you stop reading, you wonder 'what happened'... 

in a world of wacky characters, in settings from New York to Istanbul to Morocco and Romanian, in settings that both exist or appear to exist, always the characters wander through inward and outer streets that explore the theme of love and fate, choices that have been made, and ultimately a birth that is 'inside the light' and out from the physical womb of the human mother ... 

with unique writing that can be both mainstream and yet have much appeal to those who like to enjoy a vision that usually has to do with similar oriented people that are attuned to the same drummer, or 'people who are metal filings' and are attracted to one big magnet, i would like to think that i am a metal filing attracted to the universal filing and can find kinship with other such oriented people but who would also like and appreciate the friendship from wood chips, plastic pieces, glass fragments and the whole shebang called humanity ... 

in my work, i hope all of the metal filings, wood chips, plastic pieces and fragments can rejoice, find a common denominator, join in chorus and sing 'everything is beautiful'... 

the people who live in my novels are unmistable, clash outwardly and inwardly, and catch the imagination of realism as aristotle would describe it, and realism as plato would speak it, but for sure as marc chagall would paint it ...