Have a poem in Best British Poetry 2015. Inspired by Alan Watts and the earth. It’s called “The Underground.” Originally published in Lighthouse magazine. 

Thanks Emily Berry.


I have long admired the trifle. It is the crown jewel of English sweets. I often remember it at Christmas. I felt a bit of nostalgia for the trifle when I lived in America. My memories are often connected with Milton Keynes since that’s where we moved when we “immigrated” from Northern Ireland. I put immigrated in quotes because of the technicality of immigrating. But really, it was an immigration. Northern Ireland and England are two different cultures and countries. Of course they both speak forms of English but that doesn’t make them similar. Or at least completely similar. There is a lot of Scottish influence in Northern Ireland. And also Irish. Of course the Irish and Scottish are similar and also different. That’s the troubles. The English separated the Scottish and Irish and encouraged them to fight each other and then called it tribalism. A familiar tactic. It is called divide and conquer. No matter. Here is some more about trifles. Northern Ireland has trifle cakes too. And now that I am here, I hardly eat it. It is not as good as I remembered it. But then again what is. Everything is different from childhood. Smaller and less tasty usually. But the memory of something is often better than the actual event, object, or, in this case, food.

The trifle is the queen of English sponge cakes. Do you know how to make this cake? It is not too difficult. It is the strip tease of cakes.

Here is my poem about English trifles. It is part of my book in progress Play Yr Kardz Right.  You can hear it over here:



Some poems from my ms MILK TOP MAGIC HAT over at Map Literary:

little men in my bathtub, rainy Bukowski southwest train to Reading, E.T. and rocket ships in Milton Keynes.

Some fantastic poetry and fiction over there. Like Anne Gorrick’s measurements to the sun for example.


It is part of my book in progress Play Yr Kardz Right.



Cabaret Hrabal – Marcus Slease


Someone took a picture of me reading at Cabaret Hrabal at the Horse Hospital. I am probably saying something about the trash compactors of Hrabal and my life as an endless train of nomadic travel (in body and spirit). Part of my ongoing manuscript Play Yr Kardz Right.


My Reading at Cabaret Hrabal in London

It was an absolutely terrific night! SOOOOOOOOO happy to have my poem commissioned for Hrabal night at Horse Hospital in London and to perform with awesome poets, actors, and artists. I love Hrabal. 

So many great performers/readers, including:

Eva Danickova, Josh Alexander, Lucinka Eisler, Stephen Emmerson, Tom Jenks, Zoe Skoulding, and more!

Organised by SJ Fowler and Czech Centre London.

Here is my reading at The Horse Hospital

Cabaret Hrabal



Reading a poem that engages with Hrabal’s Too Loud A Solitude and Closely Watched Trains. Part of my manuscript Play Yr Kardz Right.