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