hangin in old moorish streets of Grenada. Reading Lorca in NY while I am in Grenada. Bones on fire in 40 degree heat but can´t type worth a damn on ancient devices.
Nuts with white wine on the lower east side of Grenada.
4.20am. This was glowing in the sky.
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Marcus Slease is a (mostly) absurdist, surrealist, and fabulist writer from Portadown, N. Ireland. He is the author of The Green Monk, The Spirit of the Bathtub, Play Yr Kardz Right, Rides, Mu (dream) So (Window), and Godzenie, among others. His poetry has been translated into Danish and Polish, featured in the Best British Poetry series, and he has performed his work at various festivals and events in Prague, Madrid, London, Bristol, Manchester, North Carolina, and Ireland. He 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. Currently, he lives in Castelldefels, Spain and teaches high school literature. He is working on a trilogy of nomadic surrealist novels entitled The Autobiography of Don Whiskers.
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