Terrific poem by Bobby Parker over at Morning Star. Gives me hope. Generally. And for British poetry.
http://www.morningstaronline.co.uk/a-da46-Bobby-Parker-Edible-Ghosts#.VcL8XOhVg2i
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 poetry has been translated into Danish and Polish, featured in the Best British Poetry series, and has appeared in Tin House, Fence, and Poetry magazine, among others. He has performed his work at various festivals and events in Prague, Madrid, London, Bristol, Manchester, North Carolina, and Ireland. Currently, he lives in Castelldefels, Spain and teaches high school literature in Barcelona. He is working on a trilogy of nomadic surrealist novels. His latest book is The Green Monk (Boiler House Press). View all posts by Marcus Slease
