Spectacles

I am working on a new book of lyrical essays, inspired by my creative non-fiction workshop, run by the terrific Amy (McDaniel) Robinson. Highly recommended.

“My hair should have nothing to do with it, and yet it does, this thick coarse hair, often unruly, I prefer to tame it. My hippy phases were Jesus phases, full of Venus. During my Venus days, I was glazed and the wave of my locks was pleasing, but upon return it blew into my eyeballs in the windy Docklands of East London, it became a nuisance, and too much of a spectacle, since I prefer to remain invisible, watching rather than being watched.”

Here is an essay. It is called “Spectacles.”

“Spectacles” by Marcus Slease