When eternity began its incessant barking
I slipped on the muzzle, took it for a walk.

What a beautiful specimen, said one.
What sunken jowls, said another.

We pulled in different directions,
arms straining in their sockets.

We looked like old chums.
The knife respectfully out of sight.

–Andrei Guruianu

“This small book would make any subway ride a treat for 270 days until you start over.[…] as W.C. Williams said in “Asphodel That Greeny Flower” (paraphrased) it has all the news that people die miserably everyday for the lack of what is found there.”

-Grace Cavalieri,
Washington Independant Review of Books

Andrei Guruianu is the author of three collections of poetry and the memoir Metal and Plum (Mayapple Press, 2010). Most recent interest—digital photography.