Put your ear to the worm. Praise for the music of the dead and resurrected.
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from "Wing Chair" by Marcus Slease
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Put your ear to the worm. Praise for the music of the dead and resurrected.
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from "Wing Chair" by Marcus Slease
I like how the mind reaches out to touch, literally, the light of the stars. I like how the reader is possessed. I like illusions of self that each new self is born into. I like if you love someone set them on fire.
Marcus Slease, “Feedback” published in Poetry
All the roots of trees underground tapping each other with the dreams of trees.
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from "DREAM TREE" by Marcus Slease
The last chapter has many serpents eating their tails.
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from “Feedback” by Marcus Slease
There is a lot of phone to make your life tick.
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from "Dog Sticks" by Marcus Slease
Thank you for contacting the abyss. You’re call is very important to us. The witch in the forest burns within them.
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from "Tight Squeeze" by Marcus Slease
Witnesses
Original by Grzegorz Wróblewski, translation by Grzegorz Wróblewski and Marcus Slease They are loved by everyone. Witnesses who did not see or hear anything. Grzegorz Wróblewski was born in 1962 in Gdańsk and grew up in Warsaw. Since 1985 he has been living in Copenhagen. English translations of his work are available in Our Flying Objects (trans. Joel Leonard Katz, Rod Mengham, Malcolm Sinclair,…
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