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Marcus Speh
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Berlin, Germany


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Favorite Place to Write: 
In my head wherever I am.
Favorite Place to Read: 
At home on the couch or in a hammock in our garden.
Best time of day to write: 
Early morning right after I get up.


writer, ex-particle physicist, professor, executive coach, project lead, web head, father, fictionaut, former fencer and paratrooper, current maitre d' of kaffe in katmandu, curator of the 1000 shipwrecked penguins project and participant of 100 Days 2011, who lives in Berlin, Prenzlauer Berg and blogs at

Here are some things people have said about my work (the stories are included in my preview of "House of Worship", my collected flash fiction, on this site:
Speh dri­ves flash fic­tion like it’s a vin­tage Alfa Romeo, know­ing always how to han­dle the gearshift because he’s so comfy in the bucket seat. He never crashes.
— Kat­rina Gray on “Before the Blood­bath” (in: Atti­cus Review vol 1 (3), 31/05/2011)
Your prose is like thread unrolling from a spool, long sen­tences that rise and fall into each other.…there is never that jar­ring sound of effort­ful writ­ing. But man, so many sur­prises and delights here. And so much sad truth.
— Kathy Fish, author of 'Wild Life', on “Tick­led Pink” (Metazen 06/2009).
The story is as wild and cycli­cal and organic as the title would sug­gest. Bound­aries between ani­mal and human, self and other, body and dream, writer and world shift and merge and occa­sion­ally dis­solve alto­gether.
—Amber Sparks in her review of “Rites of Spring” (kill author 06/2010)


«As a boy, I often laid in my bed and stared through a hole in the ceiling at the ceiling of the apartment above us where a Viking woman lived. The raw idiom in which she summoned her gods seemed funny to my callow youth, even though we weren’t Christians. When I met her on the stairs, I focused on her freckles, which, I imagined, ran over her neck and shoulders, across the thin skin of her sternum towards her nipples as if they were insects following a sugar track, and who suddenly stood in front of a red, round temple on whose high roof’s middle an opening lead deep down to the place where we all come from and where we all want to get back to. I saw myself with many women then: one for every aspect of humanity, all of them satisfied to be near me, to experience my expert touch. I was a geyser of horniness, spilling my seed freely, seeking fraternity and fertility. Such were my fantasies before I grew up and lost my savvy once and for all like a mute seer, who must go on singing even though he’s long lost his tongue. » (from: Romancing My Youth, published in Wilderness House Literary Review 6.2.)

Marcus Speh's Manuscripts

  1. Thank You For Your Sperm 4 years ago (Published)
  2. The Serious Writer Occupies Wall Street [Flash Fiction] 4 years ago (Published)
  3. 100 Days And Nights 1000 Years Ago 4 years ago (Published)

Marcus Speh's Last Word

Title Type Replies Last Postsort icon
What are you reading? Conversation 107 3 years 9 weeks ago
Thank You For Your Sperm Conversation 0 3 years 13 weeks ago
What are you reading? Conversation 85 3 years 23 weeks ago
Chapter One Chapter 42 4 years 14 weeks ago
What do you do for a living? Conversation 51 4 years 20 weeks ago
The Book of Old Wounds Chapter 17 4 years 20 weeks ago
The Serious Writer Occupies Wall Street Chapter 6 4 years 23 weeks ago
Older (45 and up) Writers Conversation 17 4 years 24 weeks ago
Interview at GALO magazine with Tim Young Conversation 1 4 years 25 weeks ago
Worst Fear Conversation 29 4 years 25 weeks ago