Poet Introduction As obvious as the meaning in my poems might be to me, what little experience I have has shown people get completely different messages. And that is really interesting to me - I want to see how someone would see my poems.
I am walking through silver greyish fields and staring in the blackish sky. I can only hear the steps of mine and can only see dust and stones and the endless abyss thatís above.
There is no rain, no snow, no whiff, there is nothing. There is no joy, no grief, no wrath, there is nothing.
I pick up a stone and throw it. If I hadnít picked, it wouldíve stayed there forever. And should I pick it not, it would stay where it fell forever. Also this, and this, and this, and this, and this, and this stone. ...