Marcellus Grey
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I write fiction and poetry that explore longing, emotional depth, and quiet transformation. I’m drawn to light beers, red wine, board games, and slow evenings in Westminster.
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Prophet in Camouflage
Army green … blood stains — I warn … but child hastes for gun … bullets shred his guts ... Caption Inspired by a survivor’s testimony of the 1989 attack in San Salvador, El Salvador. A soldier was killed. A child, moved by fear or duty, ran for the fallen rifle. The witness warned him not to. The child picked up the gun. The enemy opened fire. His guts were shredded by machine gun bullets.
By Marcellus Grey4 months ago in Poets
Yde
A bog in Stijfveen — peat hides Yde Girl’s red hair … and neck with slipknot … Caption Yde Girl (/ˈiː.də/ — “EE-duh”) was discovered in 1897 in the Stijfveen (/ˈstɛif.feɪn/ — “STIFE-vane”) peat bog near Yde, Netherlands. Her body, preserved by acidic peat, revealed red hair, a woolen cape, and a slipknot around her neck—signs of ritual death. She now resides in the Drents Museum.
By Marcellus Grey4 months ago in Poets
Fragments from the Veil — Chapter 2
The walk was short, but long enough. When we arrived at the restaurant, I thought it was plain and unimpressive — just one more locale in the plaza, with tinted windows that concealed the inside. Did I ignore the words that struck like lightning — their urgency — for this? I wondered. I glanced at Kristen, my unaware date — not for this, but for her.
By Marcellus Grey5 months ago in Fiction
