Never Mind the Beasts

Website of surreal-absurd writer Marcus Silcock

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Born in Portadown, Northern Ireland, Marcus Silcock 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 surreal-absurd stories.

Category: Sometimes A Pony Gets Depressed

  • New Surreal Absurd Story in Bending Genres

    I’m delighted to share that my story “Burning Bush” has just been published in Issue Forty-Seven of the always-exciting magazine Bending Genres! I’m thrilled and honored to be in such terrific company — with new work by Kim Magowan, Francine Witte, Glen Pourciau, and many more bold, brilliant voices pushing the boundaries of form and…

  • New surreal absurd stories in Rawhead

    I’m happy to share that two of my prose poems appear in the inaugural issue of Rawhead Literary Journal — alongside brilliant voices like Meg Pokrass, Brad Rose, Jeff Friedman, and many more fab writers. Read my other prose poem, and the full issue here:🔗 https://rawheadjournal.org/issue-one/template-2/

  • Double Whammy: Two New Micro Fictions

    🎉 Double Whammy: Two New Micro Fictions Just Dropped! I’m thrilled to share two fresh micro fictions out in the wild. 🥋👑 The Judo King Set in Northern Ireland, this piece dives into the immigrant experience through the lens of a judo master with a secret.Published by Maudlin House. 👉 Read The Judo King 🌀 Wiggle A love…

  • Unbroken Journal

    Super happy to have a new one paragraph story in Unbroken. “Unbroken is a quarterly online journal that seeks to showcase prose poems and poetic prose, both from established and emerging voices. We desire to give the block, the paragraph, the unlineated prose, a new place to play.” My story (or maybe it’s a prose poem)…

  • Chalk Talk: A Noir Flash Fiction

    “The detective scans the tree. Jacaranda sticks to her sandals. Yes, you guessed it. It’s that time. The time of flowers. The fiesta of flowers. Old timers are weaving them into great wreaths on the ground, outlined in chalk.”