A story about cosmic evolution, romance, beards & shaggy carpets. From my book The Green Monk. “Where is your black hole? Only survival of the fittest. Black holes.”
BLACK HOLE
Posted byMarcus SleasePosted inABSURDIST LITERATURE, MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, NOMADIC SURREALISM, Surrealist Fiction, the green monkTags:BLACK HOLES, boiler house press
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 more posts
