Here is Thursday’s microfiction. A little romantic story. It’s called “Mr Peabody.” From Hermit Kingdom. My book in progress.
I have a new prose poem of Hungry Ghosts over at Ghost City Press. There is also a white monkey (Biała Małpa). It’s from my manuscript in progress entitled Hermit Kingdom. A nice summer July issue. You can read it over here: https://ghostcitypress.com/jul21poetry/2021/7/18/marcus-slease Here is a little reading of it.
A recording of my reading and discussion from The Green Monk and Hermit Kingdom (my manuscript in progress), along with the fabulous poet Colin Herd, is now up with Home Stage on Youtube. Some animal prose poems, fables, magic, surrealism, absurdism, and optimism.
On Wednesday June 9th, I am reading with the fabulous Colin Herd for Home Stage in the U.K. The event will be streamed live via Youtube. I’ll be reading animal prose poems from my book The Green Monk, as well as some new work from my manuscript in progress: Hermit Kingdom. Surrealistic, minimalist, and sometimesContinue reading “HOME STAGE LIVE READING”
I have finished the second novel of my nomadic surrealist trilogy. The first, Never Mind the Beasts, has the wide lens. The next two the zoom. First person genderless. I am writing a cosmos.
(Art: Hieronymus Bosch. From Garden of Earthly Delights.
From book of stories in progress. This one is called “A Mask of Rubber Bands.”
A excerpt from my second novel in progress, Hermit Kingdom. This section is called “The Lover’s Nest.” Polish sailor pubs. Rustic jazz clubs. Vibrating Pineal glands. Self-branding, love and companionship, monsters, MILFS, and satanic energy drinks Nomadic journeys from Katowice to Madrid to North Carolina with beer butt chicken and pimento cheese sandwiches. How toContinue reading “from “The Lover’s Nest””
“A part wants to break away from the other part. The part that wants to break away claims a different culture. How many cultures make the whole. Who are the true people from the part that wants to break away and the true people from the part that believes in the whole.| My flash fiction,Continue reading “Jitters”
The faces in the holes were egg shaped.