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Everything Is Normal Now

Posted on September 11, 2011 by Malcolm Farley

Everything Is Normal Now September 2002 See the jet streaking across Manhattan’s melancholia? Doesn’t it spice the end-of-day sky with a pinch of fear?  Who’s behind or inside that silver bullet?  Picture, instead, a giant magic marker inscribing a vapor … 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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