My Name Is Only An Anagram Of

Survival Is Your Strength Not Your Shame.

I Was Too Slow A Mover To Be A Boxer. It Was Much Easier To Be A Poet.

The Nightingales Are Singing Near The Convent Of The Sacred Heart, And Sang Within The Bloody Wood When Agamemnon Cried Aloud, And Let Their Liquid Siftings Fall To Stain The Stiff Dishonored Shroud.

The Definition Of Hell Is A Place Where Nothing Connects With Nothing.

Every Phrase And Every Sentence Is An End And A Beginning, Every Poem An Epitaph.