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I am performing with London based poet Chris Gutkind at Desperate Literature bookshop in Madrid. April 14th.

Tonight two poets (one local, one not) in a wham bam double thankya mam.

Chris Gutkind mostly started out in Montreal and has lived in London for many years. He worked as a librarian in universities during most of his time there. In 2006 Inside to Outside was published by Shearsman and in 2010, with artist Trevor Simmons, Knives Forks Spoons published Options. A new collection has been finished and hopefully it will be out in the next year or so. He also writes tales.

Marcus Slease is a writer and performer from Portadown, N. Ireland and Utah. He is the author of eight books from micro presses. His writing has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, featured in the ​Best British Poetry series, translated into Polish and Danish, and has appeared, or is ​ forthcoming, in many literary journals and anthologies including: ​ ​Tin House, ​Poetry, ​ and ​Fence. His latest book, Play Yr Kardz Right, is forthcoming in August 2017 from Dostoyevsky Wannabe. He lives in Madrid, Spain and teaches English at CIS Endicott International.

Entry €3: Event + Booze + Booklet of poems


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