an old writer and his words

  • PERIPHERAL VISION

    Open your eyes. What do you see?             The sky Close your eyes. What do you see?             Nothing  Then open your eyes. What do you see?             The sky Close your eyes. What do you see?             Nothing Now open your eyes. What do you see?             The sky             and a large hawk…

    Lou Faber

  • CRIMES AGAINST WORDS

    I spent considerable time this morning murdering my darlings, though I am convinced the time would have been better spent hunting down old Quiller-Couch, but his advice given, he had left town. It wouldn’t have been an issue, really but in my damned manuscript, I had a gun early on. It was just to be…

    Lou Faber

  • REFLECTION

    Just once on the Shinkansen Tokyo to Osaka I chose to sit on the rearward facing seat just once to see where I had been without care of what lay ahead.

    Lou Faber

  • NARA PARK

    He sits, head so far above, a muted gold, on the giant altar the incense rising up his chest and clouding the eyes of the slow parade of supplicants who bow, recite remembered bits of sutra, or just pause in the semi-silence of the park. They are all seekers, but it is only the few lingering…

    Lou Faber

  • TAKING

    You can take my sight, but my mind will still see what it must, and my fingers will become eyes. You can take my hearing, I will imagine what I must, and my eyes will become ears. You can take my tongue, but my body will shout what I must, and my hands will speak…

    Lou Faber

  • REFLECTIONS ON A FATHER NEVER KNOWN

    The sun is obscured by half-lidded eyes.  We are standing together on a small beach.  Twenty toes are curled in the wave packed sand.  We are in Cascais, or perhaps Estoril. The waves spread their foam capped fingers through the rocks and cradle us.  He wants to drive down the coast, to see the boats…

    Lou Faber

  • AGELESS

    He is still three, but he is not easily convinced of that fact. He says he is four, although with that certain smirk and a wink he admits his birthday is next week. He says he is practicing being four and it doesn’t seem all that hard. He says he has gotten so good at…

    Lou Faber

  • SCENES FROM A MURDER TRIAL (A PLAY WITHOUT ACTORS): ACT III

    On December 14, 1992, a shooting occurred at Simon’s Rock College. At around 10:30 pm, Wayne Lo, a student at the school, shot and killed one student and one professor, and wounded three students and a security guard. His SKS rifle soon jammed and Lo later surrendered to authorities without further incident. OBSTANTE VERDICTO “In the…

    Lou Faber

  • SCENES FROM A MURDER TRIAL (A PLAY WITHOUT ACTORS): ACT II

    On December 14, 1992, a shooting occurred at Simon’s Rock College. At around 10:30 pm, Wayne Lo, a student at the school, shot and killed one student and one professor, and wounded three students and a security guard. His SKS rifle soon jammed and Lo later surrendered to authorities without further incident. XXI The court officer…

    Lou Faber

  • SCENES FROM A MURDER TRIAL (A PLAY WITHOUT ACTORS): ACT I

    On December 14, 1992, a shooting occurred at Simon’s Rock College. At around 10:30 pm, Wayne Lo, a student at the school, shot and killed one student and one professor, and wounded three students and a security guard. His SKS rifle soon jammed and Lo later surrendered to authorities without further incident. The people killed in…

    Lou Faber