an old writer and his words

  • LURKER

    It is there waiting, no doubtanother trap, simple initially seeming purebut harboring a malevolence that willsoon consume you, leave you broken,so considering the pen as a weapon,to lay waste to it, or for seppuku,both thoughts will no doubt come to mind. It has always been like this, always will,different if you chose the digital path,but…

    Lou Faber

  • AT ALL COSTS

    The problem is oneof disequilibrium, for wehave grown tired of itbefore it has growntired of us. There is no agreementto be reached,no chance ofa detente, nostate of truce. We will defeat it,we have nochoice, but untilthen the viruswill be our companion.

    Lou Faber

  • METASTASIS

    She could barely move her head the cancer climbed her spine reaching upward, clutching vertebrae reaching out, tendrils grasping tearing fragile organs. She would cry, but that would be an admission of defeat, a welcome to death. I cried out for her, entreated our God for compassion that she might stand by her sons when…

    Lou Faber