I’ve finally found a stride. Wrong/right paths since maybe 2019. Now finding the way thru.

An ongoing nomadic surrealist journey. That’s what I’ll call it. Also funk. Nomadic surrealist funk.

Here is the first poem from the ongoing project: Tangling Llamas on the Tresses of the Sun.

“Stroking Spades” by Marcus Silcock

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