an old writer and his words

  • DREAM ON, MY GOD

    Good night, Sisyphus try to get some sleep. It’s been a long day and you already know the rock will await you when you arise in the morning. I suppose by now you’ve come to realize there is no percentage in pissing off the Gods. Think of this as a personal re-education center where right…

    Lou Faber

  • RAPTOR

    Bald eagle perches tree top winter barren gray and stares at stunted pines. Hawk, head tucked under massive wings reaching for distant stars rides a thermal coaster waiting for squirrels. Hills cry out raging against dawn tears flow puddling in footprints of a distant god.

    Lou Faber

  • DEAR CASS

    She’s getting downright boring, every night lying up there, staring down when she decides to part the clouds, saying nothing, as though all of the words of praise for her must come for us, unreturned. I suppose we shouldn’t be surprised by her vanity, it is why, after all, she is up there now, unable…

    Lou Faber

  • OF DREAMS AND DREAMERS

      The morphology of dreams is partially reliant on the whims of a single god, and Morpheus is, to say the least, a truly fickle bastard who dangles before us joy and nightmare each always just out of reach, but never out of sight or hearing. So we are left to grasp like marionettes operated…

    Lou Faber

  • LISTEN CAREFULLY

        RE: INTERACTION We have said before we gods wish that you would simply pay close attention and get the matter right. When will you understand all we want, all we will accept is INTERREACTION

    Lou Faber

  • AMONG ELDERS

    I sit outside, on the mesa having watched the mauve, fuchsia and coral sky finally concede to night. The two orange orbs sit twenty yards away, staring back and in this moment coyote and I have known each other for moments, and for generations, and we are content. Coyote tells me he was once an…

    Lou Faber

  • CONVERSATION WITH THE GODS

    This could be one of those days when you think you might want to finally climb Olympus and have that discussion with the gods. They’ve been up there forever and it isn’t clear they serve any Purpose other than taking up space and betting on when Sisyphus will get the rock to the top of…

    Lou Faber