Mark Anthony Pearce
Mark Anthony Pearce lives and works as a Receptionist in Bristol, South West England. He is an author of nine books of Poetry, ‘Perforated By Sirens’ (With Danny D. Ford) (December 2020, Analog Submission Press), ‘Wheelchair Tony’ (March 2021, Between Shadows Press), ‘A Smile As Sad As Sunday’ (October 2021, Between Shadows Press), ‘Three Poets 5’ (With Tohm Bakelas & Danny D. Ford) (December 2021, Hickathrift Press), ‘Happy New Year, Ellsworth Griffin!’ (April 2022, Between Shadows Press), 'She Smells Dead People' (May 2022, Hickathrift Press) ‘Shopping For A New Penis And Other Poems’ (August 2022, Hickathrift Press), ‘The Pleasures of Work’ (March 2023, Between Shadows Press) & ‘Lanyard’ (April 2023, Two Key Customs).
His poetry has been published in University of Essex Poetry Journal, BS Poetry Magazine, haikus nearkus fauxkus fuckyous, Obscure Quarterly, Capgras, Seppuku Quartley, Cotard, online, Inefável, Coronaverses, Winamop, Horror Sleaze Trash, Duane’s PoeTree, Piker Press, Albany Poets, Ten Million Flies, Open Arts Forum, Cacti Fur, Cephalo Press, Punk Noir Magazine & Bold Monkey Review. Mark’s writing has also featured in ‘Anne Bean: Self Etc’ (Autumn 2018, Live Art Development Agency and Intellect Books)
Poetry5:24AM
I stepped outside my flat I named the bunker and there was a woman bestial with insane eyes surrounded by the trash of her…
PoetrySENSATIONAL REAL LIFE
Ogling at an image of a four foot wide ‘All natural’ megabum while queuing in the supermarket sensational real life can only be featured…
PoetryTHE PLEASURES OF WORK
She screams at me over the telephone telling me I’ll be responsible for her death somehow it’s become my fault that she keeps her…
PoetryAFTER JOE BOLTON (FOR TOHM BAKELAS)
On the day my father was buried it didn’t rain and a friend of my brother’s used up all the tears I couldn’t shed…
PoetryTHE CLEANER WHO HATES MEN
When she spreads butter across toast she’ll find herself thinking of jumping out of a window paranoid thoughts fears certain foods her Nan’s boyfriend…
PoetryTIM THE TAPPER
Timmy taps the walls at night he’s an excitable chap his fingertips sucking out Helen’s life force she tells the doctors of the gleeful…
PoetryAVIDECO
Sometimes I go by the name of Avideco She tells me that it sounds like the old ice cream brand Avidesa I tell her…
PoetryBeatles Fan from Buenos Aires
Wishing my penis could detach itself and crawl off somewhere far away from me She insists she understands how I feel especially the moments…
PoetryBEAR STREET
"The creature that does nothing will get dafter! And dafter! And dafter!" A man alone keeps screaming as he walks towards Leicester Square where…
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