From my ongoing manuscript Never Mind the Beasts. Ring games. South London. Near Elephant and Castle. 1970s. We popped over to South London from Northern Ireland to escape The Troubles. I was a sensitive wee boy.
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Marcus Slease is a (mostly) absurdist, surrealist, and fabulist writer from Portadown, N. Ireland. He is the author of The Spirit of the Bathtub (Apocalypse Party), Play Yr Kardz Right (Dostoyevsky Wannabe), Rides (Blart Books), Mu (dream) So (Window) (Poor Claudia), and Godzenie (Blazevox), 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 literature at ES International High School. He is working on a trilogy of nomadic surrealist novels entitled The Autobiography of Don Whiskers. His newest book, The Green Monk, is forthcoming from Boiler House Press in November 2018.
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