I was born in 1983 in Bucharest, Romania. I worte my first short story at age 7. It was a very bad one (as you might imagine) about a panther with 7 tongues, each tongue spilling a different type of acid. An astronaut team, adventure, etc. During my childhood and teenage years I did a lot of reading, some writing, some living, some having fun, some dating and everything else a normal human being does.

I started to write with a clear plan and a will to become a professional when I was 18. As you can imagine most of the texts written then were "learning" texts, drafts, tries etc. Nonetheless I managed to get some of them published in literature magazines, I even won some minor awards for unpublished authors. My debut volume was starting to take shape. In those days I managed to meet and make friends with most of the worthy of mention romanian young authors. I also managed to create an online author's club (www.clubliterar.com) where you could get an account only by invitation. Shortly it developed into the one place on the romanian web where you could read all the very good newcomers in the field and also most of the "veterans" (none of which were more than 35 years old). It grew very fast, it grew very strong. I gave it up to a team of dedicated people as I had no more time left to really take care of it.

The manuscript won Vinea's Publishing House award for debut and got published in April 2006. It is a poetry book with a prose backbone. It has a story. It has meaning beyond the mere sensory explosion that is poetry. It has meaning deeper than the mere evocative power of prose. It's an unique hybrid. And it's called: "Electric Bolts. Shapes beneath the skin."

The work on the book in English is over! I am now working on my second book and a parallel project involving a friend of mine who's a visual artist. Until all of these are made available I will give you a sneak preview of the English version.

Sometimes we need a little time for ourselves, away from the rumbling world. Sometimes we need time to indulge in stories that change us. For those times, I've recently launched my debut volume in English. You will either love it, or hate it - but as sure as hell it won't leave you without a reaction. So give it a chance, indulge yourself in the story that just might, might, might change your inner-self - at least for a couple of hours. Cheers.

It's as cheap as dirt, I'm not trying to get rich from this. Click on the book picture for information, or just click here.

My eyes are always larger

I want to tell you about what might have happened to me
I want you to see it today and say to yourself
that no one at any time might have stopped me

you must understand there are things you haven't yet seen

1. say they hired andrew as a test pilot and gave him a prototype
say he revolutionized public transport pray he actually did
andrew took his wife on the maiden flight and told her he loved her
would have told her he loved her
she didn't realize what was happening either and later told reporters
much later when everything was already a memory
that she had shed no tear not even when
the calcinated bones her husband had for legs filled up with blood
not even when she saw his face showed merely the bewilderment of one brutally awakened from sleep
if you just believe me you'll see this is really a tragedy

don't worry the space between us is populated by my beasts

2. it happened on the very morning of the most important day of your life
and it was more wonderful than in your wettest dreams
remember you felt you gut was jelly recall
the moments in which the wave of contractions passed over your frozen body
when somebody else was banging you not the man you're thinking of he
wasn't even a man
we both now
before that morning you didn't believe somebody could touch you like that
you felt large parts of you sliding
maybe your sternum vibrates right now like mine maybe we're both shivering
as we remember the teeth on wet cartilage listen don't forget a thing
that incredible explosion jerking every nerve we had left every bio channel
and your first shedding lit the room like a 100 watt bulb

hit me now don't forget me don't ever forgive me

3. cause you asked I'll tell you why selma came to see me yesterday
imagine a soft young woman, with piercing eyes
capable of undressing you the moment you're not wary
shift your gaze now to what followed
there's not a thing in the world I love more than my lacquered table
its cool surface its gracious legs its oh so comforting colour
selma had pneumonia when she came to see me and I suspect it's even worse
if you must know I couldn't risk having her touch my table, not for a second
it would have completely ruined my day I would have despised her
maybe even worse

I'll let you see the paint peeling from my face