Tag: Katowice

KATOWICE POSTCARDS

NEW WRITING OVER AT theNewerYork from my manuscript NEW FOAM. KATOWICE POSTCARDS: http://theneweryork.com/katowice-postcards-marcus-slease/ WILD BOARS, Katowice, Słonecznik, uber Russians,  samalot, tenniscoat records, the sun, the lack of sun, happiness in yellow.

katowice day 1

christmas eve morning breakfast in poland: homemade pickled herring, lots of beautiful onions, soft warm bread, a coffee. a snowman with twenty five blinking lights.

GOOD MORNING KATOWICE

In ING bank Katowice. Hoping to poo soon in Poland. There is a lot of pork in Poland . Some chicken. Very little beef. Sometimes fish. I am not really a meat man. I am fish man. A fish meat man. Ewa is trying to close her account from two

THE FUTURE

In downtown Katowice, on Mariacka Street, we met a woman on stilts. We were in a pub called Kato. Kato had well designed street art inside its plywood walls. It was a make-shift pub. I drank my cold yellow beer. It was very fizzy and sweet and I held it

WHO GETS YOU WET?

Last Christmas in Katowice, Poland I met a girl named Megi Szu and Lola in a Polish pub called Presja. They are Polish but they used English names. Or half English. Szu = shoe Megi = Maggie —————————— maggie shoe Lola = Lola We sat on an old couch with

Matt Cook’s A Spanish Cement Mixer

Less than 24 hours till Spain. Barcelona and Valencia. Then on to Katowice, Poland. Thinking about traveling and exoticism. Came upon this wee poem by Matt Cook. From his book Proving Nothing to Anyone. Just out from Publishing Genius Press.

THE SHARK IS GETTING MARRIED

“A whiskey breath man does not like your English so you speak in Ponglish. Ponglish is sexy. When you speak Ponglish you must hide your erection or squeeze your legs to prevent the juice from running down your legs. You may excuse yourself to the side of the building and

WHO GETS YOU WET

http://thoughtcatalog.com/2013/who-gets-you-wet/

Transmission 3. Katowice. Southern Poland.

TRANSMISSION 2. CHRISTMAS EVE. KATOWICE POLAND

or bodies made of smokeor a giant made of meat hearts ***** I want a floor like this laminated and shining everything in its right place even when it’s not ***** we are bathed in green lightsthe first star is still waitingto arriveto Katowice ***** I’m sitting in a little

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