Frank Marcopolos began writing as a kid in the evenings after summer days of competing--always unsuccessfully--against the older neighborhood kids (the evil "teenagers") in the P.S. 207 schoolyard. After long, hot days of sporting failures, he discovered that by writing stories, his fictional heroes (almost always coincidentally named "Frank") could always end up saving the day from the taller, menacing forces arrayed against them. He usually composed these stories by flashlight as he wrote in a black-and-white Mead notebook while seated on a shelf in his bedroom closet.
For some reason, this love of creating alternative--glory-promising--realities never died within him, and continues to this day. (Thankfully, his boyhood habit of naming all of his main characters "Frank" HAS died, however.)
Frank still lives in Brooklyn, NY, not far from that very schoolyard, among others where he also spent portions of his youth failing at various sports. He notes with sadness that the current trend in public education is to chain up all schoolyards during the summer, presumably so that the painted-on-cement bases can't be stolen.
Frank rocks a cable-free lifestyle, and ALWAYS knows where his towel is. ALMOST HOME is his debut novel. From 2000-2006, he was the editor of the critically acclaimed literary zine, "The Whirligig."
Where to find Frank Marcopolos online
The Whirligig Issues 3-9
by Frank Marcopolos
Price: $9.99 USD. 127520 words.
Published on March 29, 2011. Fiction.
These are stories of the 2 a.m. bar stool, of whiskey-scented cubicles, of mystical kangaroo caves, of prairie dog vacuums. They are stories of Socrates, of Asoka, of Pill Dombrowski, and of the amazing Martin Landawer. These are vital voices that echo within you long after out of earshot. Here is the authentic, the wild, the true.
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