Tag Archives: Malcolm Farley

Druidical

Posted on February 18, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

DRUIDICAL I never cottoned to that blond Jesus in the lobby at the Y.  Worship God where he gnaws and roosts—out your window, in that acorn-pregnant oak.

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April Morning Ritual

Posted on January 30, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

April Morning Ritual Through his forty windowpanes, the apartment building opposite squints and twitches as the sunrise smears each eye with a slow, pink, sticky light.

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Equalities

Posted on January 12, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

Equalities On Passover, Elijah’s goblet glows red with wine.  Miriam’s holds just water.  No slight, however. A magic well shadowed her for forty wandering desert years.  Even prophecy must quench its thirst.

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“I Am Not A Condo!”

Posted on December 9, 2009 by Malcolm Farley

“I Am Not A Condo!” shouts the sign on the new condo at 18th & Eighth.  Magritte comes to Chelsea.  Welcome surréalisme!  Inside, above, a flat-screen TV sparkles.  Seagulls squabble in its yawning skull.

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