Kherson's poetry is supple, lean and always chasing after something, like a young dog, not yet tired of unfulfilled hopes of smelling something completely unusual. He can write a stanza-like, slightly old-fashioned poem and then a text without capital letters and punctuation marks, where words run into each other and meanings, breaking but not lost, pass one into another. It is diverse in tone and mood: tragic, furious, melancholic, bitter, ironic, angry, satirical, tender, sarcastic.
