"Etc." is not a name – it's an aperture. A passage to the unspeakable. Behind it is Raman Marozau, a poet of silence, movement, and echo. His work does not shout – it listens.

His verses wander across themes of cultural memory, transient friendships, the shadows of nature, and the fragile theater of human connection. There are no protagonists – only presence.

Words in these poems appear like stars through mist. Some fade before you name them, others burn long after you close the book.