I must have been 11 or 12 years old when I walked down the creek near our home and came across two stubby flat rocks stacked on top of each other and distantly remembered putting them there as a boy half my age with the crayfish we found that day. I lifted one rock with my toe and flipped it over and saw the scrum and was glad that my distant memory held and that I was now so much larger in an altogether different world. I let my first website, twoflatrocks, go dark and this is the sequel. Perhaps that's all I really want to do here, flip a rock over and try to remember what happened.

I'm a playwright now, at least that's what my accountant prints on my 1040. I have four plays in inventory and a new one broadcast on this site. I've made no attempt to take my work to the stage and that might be different if I went to other people's plays or read other people's poems. A great deal of my reading is millennia out of date - and so am I. My baptismal name, "Francis Langley", appears on the same arrest warrant as William Shakespeare. Argue with that.