an old writer and his words

  • TODAY’S PRAYER

    Today’s prayershall be recited in silence,total, not even the breathindicating a longing for action.Nor will it invokea holy spirit without usfor it is we whowe must inveighto attain the desiredactions for which we seekholy intervention, casting offfree will, an accreditingpoor decisions, a goatwhere we seek escapeand atonementfor the sins of all the others.Today’s prayershall not…

    Lou Faber

  • BAGHDAD VILLANELLE

    We enter, the conquering heroes, drive quickly through the city’s core. We leave a crude division in our throes. We expected flowers, not blows of an angry mob, to be adored. We enter, the conquering heroes. An old man sits in a small café, he knows what will come of this, a festering sore. we…

    Lou Faber

  • AN OFF YEAR

    The was a winter, once where even in the north the snow refused to fall and ice rejected jamming the culverts, the sky stared down in amazement. That was the year trees would not bud and flowers fled deeper into the sweetness of the earth, grass singed and lay indolent. It was a year my…

    Lou Faber