His first true love was JS Bach; since then he’s had reckless affairs with, among others, Blaise Pascal, Ludwig Wittgenstein and Wislawa Szymborska. He studied nothing of commercial value in college. He works on Wall Street—but Mammon is a clumsy and boorish lover, so he cheats continuously with a Rolodex of poets and novelists and philosophers, some of whom still draw breath. He is most grateful to have fallen on receptive ears recently at 14by14, The Shit Creek Review, Rattle, The Lyric and Light Quarterly.