Marcus Slease

I’ve found a couch, said my chum. We’ll have more room to sit. And behold we took the couch up the stairs.

I take the train to Barcelona. The train enters a tunnel. A baby coughs very lightly, an older man clears his throat. The tunnel, that’s where we all go, light or no light no one is to know. My amphibian throat gurgles, will the language spill out of me, it is a great...