K.H.O.P. Möricke werd in 1941 in Berlijn geboren. Op twaalfjarige leeftijd besloot hij later van de pen te gaan leven, en zo is het gegaan. Ook studeerde hij klassieke talen, zonder 1 keer tentamen te doen, want daar ging het volgens hem niet om. Heeft geen literaire voorkeuren, maar houdt van zinnen. Lijdt aan procrastinatie.   

KHOP is an uncompromising romantic, living on borrowed time, and stubbornly trying to stick by the one he loves, the one who will at one time invariably leave the house forever on creaking floorboards and in the mutual understanding of unspoken words. Yet, there may sometimes be splendor in loneliness and at certain moments in our lives there may arise an urge even to ask the ultimate question, but what this question is remains in the dark.

L.H. Wiener

Autumn Leaves
Autumn today. Doors are closed, lamps are lit. A string
quartet on the radio. Sipping fine Scotch. Let’s talk
about the winter days to come. Experts say winter will
be tough this year. How I’m looking forward to all those
snug winter clothes! Forecast for tomorrow: sunny
spells. Damn. Damn.