Tag Archives: Malcolm Farley’s poetry

Adriane Speaks Out on Access Olympus

Posted on November 7, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

Adriane Speaks Out on Access Olympus I don’t regret the sword or my paranormal ball of yarn. They were the least of my gifts to him. Not that he got my astounding primordial clout. Like a magpie’s eye, his always … Continue reading →

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With Blue Uncertain Stumbling Buzz

Posted on September 11, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

With Blue Uncertain Stumbling Buzz September 11, 2011 The heavens roared with feckless, supersonic angels: F15’s, I guess. M. insisted that P. and I “do” something, so we pushed south to St. Vincent’s through the stupefied throng. Frosted with ash, … Continue reading →

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A Kitchen Accident In Prospect Heights

Posted on September 9, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

A Kitchen Accident in Prospect Heights M. bastes the roasting pheasant with a jigger of too-cold Pinot Grigio, and the glass baking dish shatters. Pheasant fat spills into the oven, crackles angrily, then sublimes. Smoke spews through the stove-top, chokes … Continue reading →

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Aubade

Posted on August 11, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

Aubade Winter’s last sortie, the weather gods predicting an inch or two of sturm und slush… Our skin, our lungs— and the body’s other sentries all too aware of a frost-bit crocus somewhere—groan. (It’s April 7th & the clock radio … Continue reading →

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Chance Operations

Posted on August 7, 2010 by Malcolm Farley

Chance Operations Crusty saucepan soaking in the sink. Un- stable pyramid of dinner plates, bowls, a vase, silverware, wine goblets and one strand of linguine festooning a roll. Cautiously, I attempt to pull a dish from the pile to rinse … Continue reading →

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Tag Archives: Malcolm Farley’s poetry

Adriane Speaks Out on Access Olympus

With Blue Uncertain Stumbling Buzz

A Kitchen Accident In Prospect Heights

Aubade

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