New York, NY   

But nature is a stranger yet; The ones that cite her most Have never passed her haunted house, Nor simplified her ghost. To pity those …

life's what you make it, don't backdate it.

Broken words of rememberance that a poem leaves behind Untimely rhythms growing more useless as days pass by

New York, New York    Doctoral candidate at Columbia University

Portland, Or    An observer

New York City   

Yes, I am the grandson of a spy--being perilously curious is part of my DNA.

it doesn't last forever