Website of surreal-absurd writer Marcus Silcock

strange being back in America. Got back late last night. My body says it’s 1:38AM and I want to sleep, but must push through the jet lag.

Great time in Dublin, London, and Belfast. Met my biological father (Reggie). Haven’t seen him in 24 years. It was a good meeting. He had the same glasses, beard, and recently had his little toe removed. The exact same little toe that keeps bothering me. I’d like to keep my little toe, so I get it checked out.

We met at a drinking club called Buffs. Cheap drinks, well-dressed men, and a lodge downstairs. An experience. Six pints and a double whiskey in the middle of the afternoon.

I’m not going to drink any alcohol for a while now (at least till Saturday). Went to the pub on Christmas eve in a little village in England. It was packed. Everyone drinks their way through Christmas and the new year.

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  1. Laura Carter Avatar

    Welcome back to the states. Your poem on Spaceship Tumblers is marvelous!

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  2. Chris Vitiello Avatar

    Welcome home, Marcus. We kept the country warm for you.

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  3. Anonymous Avatar
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    Welcome back Marcus. I listened to the poem at Spaceship Tumblers – excellent. I’ve been looking at that poem on the page for many weeks now and to hear it read by you brings it on home. A perfect example of the importance of verse to be read aloud. (and heard for that matter.)

    Thanks for the effing plug by the way. (the mag will be made available within the next week when the covers come back from the printer).

    Best
    Scott Pierce

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  4. postpran Avatar

    thanks you’all. It is warm here. Where did winter go?

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