Tyger Tyger, burning bright,
Tyger, by William Blake
In the forests of the night;
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
This is me. As Charles Bukowski would put it – born like this, born into this. I don’t like to talk about myself. I am afraid this is all you are getting now. I like to express myself through my poems, and stories and very soon another novel. I love you, my darling reader. So read on.