My published poems

Poster of the first Autumn Gathering of the Academia Bârlădeană and the jubilee issue of Academia Bârlădeană, 3(100)/2025, featuring the portrait of poet Cristian Simionescu from the biographical volume Cristian Simionescu. Life, Work, and Destiny, which also features one of my poems.

My poetic formation began in adolescence, within the literary circle led by the Romanian poet Cristian Simionescu, where I first learned to approach language as both discipline and revelation. I later wrote poetry in Iași under the guidance of Vasilian Doboș, editor‑in‑chief of Junimea, whose mentorship offered me a first sense of literary responsibility and critical rigor.

Although I never presented my own poems to him, I spent unforgettable nights in the company of Cezar Ivănescu, one of the most significant Romanian poets of his generation, whose vast erudition and magnetic presence shaped my early understanding of poetry as a spiritual and intellectual vocation.

My poem, entitled “Ziua strănutului Colombinei” (The Day Colombina Sneezed), appears on page 25 in the section “UN POEM DE…” (A POEM BY…), alongside a text by the acclaimed Bârlad writer Simion Bogdănescu, thus opening the magazine’s poetry section, “Poezie, numește-mă” (Poetry, Name Me).

During my university years, I received the Special Prize offered by the National Museum of Romanian Literature – Iași within the Second Edition of the Vasile Alecsandri National Poetry Competition, the award ceremony taking place on 20 June 1999 at the Vasile Alecsandri Memorial Museum in Mircești, during the Vasile Alecsandri Celebration Days. Encouraged by the warm reception of my poems within the Alexandru Vlahuță Literary Circle, I moved beyond years of only occasional online publishing and made my print debut in Academia Bârlădeană, later appearing in Meridianul Cultural Românesc, thus entering the world of published poetry.

For the past two years, I have been an active member of the Alexandru Vlahuță Literary Circle, and since last year I have also joined the Academia Bârlădeană, continuing a tradition of regional literary dialogue and community‑based cultural engagement. My admiration for European Romanticism has guided my broader cultural interests, and since 2023 I have been a member of the E.T.A. Hoffmann Society in Bamberg, a community dedicated to the study of one of Romanticism’s most imaginative voices.

The poster of the literary event organized by my hometown City Hall and the Municipal Library, marking a significant session of the Alexandru Vlahuță Literary Circle held on 28 February 2025, where I was invited to read from my work

Selection of my poems in English

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The Day Colombina Sneezed

from the great stage I tumbled to arena

but foolishly beholding my shadow

at stage‑edge, I prevented the director

from making the darkness sexy

for the other spectators, and he,

with a twist of the brush, gave me

characters growing ever smaller

smaller and smaller

yesterday, one so insignificant,

but so very tiny, that no one could see me from the audience

and when the Prima Donna – Archangel sneezed

the air took me

carried me on its back

to the heart of the spectator

in the front row

right into His heart

sheltering me from waves of blood

I began polishing his right ventricle

with Desdemona’s handkerchief

immediately, a beautiful new neighborhood for the poor sprang up in the middle of the city

and in front of it, cabbage rolls are being handed out for free

to my surprise, it was the Chief Architect’s ventricle, so, dear Colombina

don’t wait for me for lunch

I have a drop of dew on my back

inoculated with the Blue

and please sneeze, because I want

to water

their roses

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The world is the laughter

you tell me the world is

a child`s laughter mocking this November sun

from the salt of a tear I shape for you a Husk

you baptize it "egg” and fill it with a snail

before handing it back

walking away with mathematical steps

guarded closely by angels

with shapes

that brew your morning coffee and caress your hair

the ones you claim I invent

`cause you cannot see them

not for anything

in this world

for the world is the laughter of a child

at the sun

of this November morning…

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Shore

on the corner of your eye

hangs my poem - waiting for you

to blink

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Sigh

in the light of the stage

you see

just shadows

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Spine

the shadow of my dreams

surely has in japanese

seventeen sylables