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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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).
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