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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Marius Surleac was born in Vaslui, Romania. He is a physicist and doing a PhD in Bioinformatics.

He publishes poetry in journals like Pif Magazine, MadHat Lit, Literary Orphans, Prick of the Spindle (forthcoming), Left Hand of the Father (forthcoming), City Lit Rag (forthcoming), Poetry Bus (forthcoming), Miracle, NTM, Pure Coincidence (forthcoming), 94 Creations, Posit (forthcoming), The Strip, The Ofi Press, Bare Fiction, Dear Sir, Mad Swirl, Uut, Poetry Super Highway, and others.

He published his first poetry book called Zeppelin Jack at Herg Benet publishing house, in 2011. He translates into Romanian, poetry by Marc Vincenz, Fady Joudah, Valzhyna Mort, Peycho Kanev and Julie O'Yang.

Marius Surleac

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I fear
the spin of the wheel
the baby kingpin that once was dead
the puppeteers formerly sole survivors
now ignorant rulers of dust

I fear
the sickles that act redder than cold
the hunger in an ulcerous bowl of skin
the scavengers who walk as high class
pedestrians beckoning with their canes
I fear

the lack of viciousness
I fear
these lines aren't able
to explain