Mr. Grant was born and reared in bustling New York City.  He is of Irish-Scottish descent and is the third of nine children.  He currently lives in the beautiful Inwood Park section of Manhattan with his dog Conan and his cat Tootsie Roll.  Here he is able to devote his time to writing.

He has, according to his own recollections, held a minimum of 178 different jobs, and probably more.  Some of the more colorful jobs he has had include shoveling coal for his church and owning a concrete business, a limousine business, a construction business, and a restaurant business.  He has described himself as a huckster working in sales.  Starting as a copy boy and subsequently working as police reporter and political commentator, he worked for The Daily Mirror and the Washington Heights Citizen.  During this time he gained valuable insight into the way of crime in the streets, interfacing with NYPD officers working on local cases.

As an Irish rebel at heart, he found himself in detention on his first day in high school, and in the brig during his tour of duty with the United States Marine Corps.  He found he didn't mind solitary confinement at all.  Because he has always been an avid reader, he was never without a rolled up paperback book in his hip pocket.

His vast and varied experiences have made him an astute student of human behavior, and a keen observer of nature.  It is his combined mastery of these skills which gives birth to the rich and sensual images put forth in his poetry.

Mr. Grant is comfortable exploring the lives and deaths; comedies and tragedies; and loves and lost loves of mankind.  His poetry expresses the spiritual duality of good and evil in man, while leaving traces of the beauty and pleasure he sees in life.  Perhaps the greatest remark regarding Mr. Grant's poetry is that it cannot leave the reader untouched.