Tag Archives: Malcolm Farley’s poems

September Revolution


September Revolution Summer’s tyrants quail in their tanning booths. King Mosquito; Herr General Barbeque; the Lords of Scorch & Thunder—all slink away as Evening’s rebels muster at the Equinox. Monarchs in panicked caravans flee south across the border into fall, … Continue reading

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Analysis of Various Perversities


Analysis of Various Perversities That Samsung ad sails past on the bus’s flank: the one of a svelte blonde who embraces a TV reflecting nothing but her own glazed gaze. A gender-bent, post-mod Narcissus, she yearns to kiss herself in … Continue reading

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Family Ties


Family Ties “One Body, Two Souls!” the headline blares above the photo of a girl with two heads, the first kissing the other on her cheek.  Or maybe, in ontological confusion, they’re two girls joined below the neck or twins … Continue reading

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With Blue Uncertain Stumbling Buzz


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


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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