in honour of my brother’s birthday today. He died unexpectedly six months ago. Heroin overdose in Spanish Fork Utah. Miss him a shitload. He would have turned 30 today. We were very close growing up together. Took care of him when he was a baby. Bathed him in a plastic baby tub in Milton Keynes, England. Rode bikes together in the deserts of Las Vegas and collected lizards and rocks. Spent the last two New Years and Christmas with him in Spanish Fork Utah. We were reconnecting as adults. Best time of my life. Things change. Nothing can be taken for granted.
Published by Marcus Slease
Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Slease has made his home in such places as Turkey, Poland, Italy, South Korea, the United States, Spain, and the United Kingdom – experiences that inform his nomadic surrealist writing. His latest book is Never Mind the Beasts (Dostoyevsky Wannabe 2020). View all posts by Marcus Slease