an old writer and his words

  • FETCH

    I think I stopped going to partiesbecause I grew tired of hearing howso many other’s lives had gone to hell,how they hated their jobs, and a fewhated their significant others and hopedto make them insignificant othersif they could ever get the courageto leave or ship them out, butmaybe it was just because Istopped getting invited…

    Lou Faber

  • IMAGINE THAT

    They smile although they arethe broken people, the ones to whomfate, luck or mistakes have dealta lousy hand with no way to leavethe table save with the finalall in, no winner here, bet.But they think that unimaginableand struggle on just happyto have gotten this far, this long.Many laugh freely, the brokenor missing pieces conversation starters,and…

    Lou Faber

  • MONOLOGUE

    I would like nothing more thanto have a long conversation with the birds,that there is much they could tell me,much they know that I should understandbut I am the interloper here, and theyhave lost trust in my kind. I watch them closely, trying to discern what I can of their thoughts,but in a flash of wing,…

    Lou Faber

  • BEFORE YOU LEAP

    She always told himthat he should, no must,“look before you leap.” He said he understoodand would do so, almostalways, he was after alla child and no promisecould be that absolute. When he came outof the anesthesia,his arm and legin a cast, he saw herscowling at him. “I did,” he said, “I did,I looked for quite…

    Lou Faber