A German artist, poet, historian, suddenly writing English verses.
No intention to create the next German song entering the charts. Instead, delivering his utterly unready attempts as such.
Like a painter not exhibiting paintings but pages ripped out of some scrapbook.
But in a world of lies, what else would such a scrapbook contain? Or if your truly honest what could you offer but lies?

Poet, historian, artist. Born in Bremen, living in Germany, in Ireland, and, increasingly often, on the threshold between nowhere and nothing.