Ken Farrell
Ken Farrell is a Piltdown Review Featured Poet for March 2019. His work has been published in journals such as The Offbeat (as a poetry prize winner selected by Heid E. Erdrich), Pilgrimage, The Texas Poetry Journal, The Mid-Atlantic Review, Writer’s Bloc, Connections, and Texas Books in Review, and anthologized with Arachne Press. He holds an M.F.A. from Texas State University and an M.A. from Salisbury University. He is a two-time U.S. National Judo Champion and a two-time U.S. National Sambo Champion. Ken has earned bread as an adjunct, server, wrestling coach, professional cage fighter, and pizzaiolo, and for most of the past ten years has worked in a warehouse. He currently lives in Texas and is busy revising and shopping poetry and short fiction manuscripts. He has recently begun his first novel.
Last Friday Evening
Something terrific has happened, my android manservant, HE, whispers, a synthetic peal HE thinks soothing. I stop chopping scallions.
There’s No Place
Four walls of high red brick: this is a house. Hides stretched taut over posts: this is a house. Earth and straw plied between timbers: this is a house.
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Mothership
So we go out, our descent reconnaissance for the collective. We perform experiments with swirled words, crescent-moon eyes, and report.
