If Darth Vader, Kit Marlowe, Woody Allen, and somebody noble were crammed into that trans-mat thingamajig that turned Jeff Goldblum into a fly, the ungodly creature that would emerge would most likely be something like Joseph Crow Riley. His life is a never ending tug of war between the priest and the poet–the priest wants to be austere and puritanical; the poet wants to be raging mass of self-indulgence. He has won awards for both his fiction and poetry. He has been published in many periodicals for poetry, essays, fiction, historical, theological, and political analysis. He currently resides in rural South Jersey. He currently resides in Carneys Point, sharing his home with three dogs, a cat, a bird, and the occasional flea.