Sometimes I go
by the name
of Avideco
She tells me
that it sounds
like the old
ice cream brand
I tell her
that it means
in Esperanto
She thinks
that I’m ridiculous
I agree with her
100 per cent

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Mark Anthony Pearce lives and works as a Receptionist in Bristol, South West England. He is an author of three 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). His poetry has been published in University of Essex Poetry Journal, BS Poetry Magazine and 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. Mark’s writing has also featured in ‘Anne Bean: Self Etc’ (Autumn 2018, Live Art Development Agency and Intellect Books) & ‘haikus, nearkus, fauxkus, fuckyous’ (July 2021, Between Shadows Press)