a fish put live in the skillet, writhing its little cooking time left, or the empty eyes of graffiti faces, or a house with no one home.
Other times my love for your soul
spreads out over the city like music. Quadrant to quadrant the jeweled tambourine feet move, palace to ghetto, from cultured artist to craftsman to slave. All begin to hum and sing this.
I have a Bachelor's Degree in History/Government and International Relations from George Mason University, and a Master's Degree in International Affairs with a Concentration in U.S. Foreign Policy from American University in Washington, DC. I was born in New York City, and have lived in Northern Virginia since childhood. I am an independent writer and an entrepreneur. I am also a book author.
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Adam A. Azim 