This prose poem/flash fiction, entitled “Feast Day,” from my book The Green Monk (Boiler House Press 2018), is about the anticipation of the feast day. There are many feast days. You can create your own. Leonora Carrington and Salvador Dali liked to mix surrealism and food. It is a good mix. This prose poem is only in anticipation of the food slash surreal feast. It is part of the uncanny part of surrealism, since zapiekanki are not at all surreal, they are very common, and also very good. This flash fiction/prose poem was written a few Christmas’s ago. Near the old horse stalls, at a famous roundabout of zapiekanki in Kazimierz, the old Jewish quarter in Krakow.
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