from my recent book, The Green Monk (Boiler House Press 2018).
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Wild Man
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from my latest book, The Green Monk (Boiler House Press 2018).
99 Red Balloons
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from The Green Monk (Boiler House Press, 2018).
Ancient Elephants
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Ancient elephants and Dalí. From my book The Green Monk.
First Star
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A Polish Christmas poem. From The Green Monk.
The Street of Lamps
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In Madrid there is a street called the street of lamps. It is called the street of lamps because they sell many lamps. It is also a street with cold floor cafe with sawdust and old medieval style damp alleyways with flowerpots on the balconies. I sat there, in the cafe, after wandering the street of lamps and wrote the above. It is part of my new book of prose poems and flash fictions entitled The Green Monk.
Gold Chains and French Kissing
MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, NOMADIC SURREALISM, the green monkJerry sported gold chains, even when he broke the bread, the body of Jesus, and passed the little cups of water, the blood of Jesus. It was a thin one, there were thicker ones. It was the end of 1980s, North Las Vegas. French kissing was in the air. Here is a gold chain, from my new book, The Green Monk.
Gold chains and French Kissing
Swan’s Way
MARCUS SLEASE POETRY, the green monkThere are so many. Dancers dance them. Lordly swans. Soft swans. Isn’t it time for the swans. Noise rock, post-punk, industrial and post-rock. Temperamental and beautiful. Here is a poem, from The Green Monk, about swans, written in London, in a bone cold room, during winter, warmed by swans, and the thought of swans, and also sleep, swans are the best sleep.
The Candle in the Pumpkin
NOMADIC SURREALISM, the green monkFrom my new book The Green Monk.
Feast Day
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Do you love zapiekanka? Me too!! Here is a poem, written during Christmas 2016 in Krakow Poland. More specifically the historic jewish quarter of Kazimierz.
It is from my book The Green Monk. Available from Boiler House Press.
