an old writer and his words

  • PAPAL EDICT

    She said “now what they’ve taken away limbo” sounding a bit depressed, “not that you proceed express to the ferry dock, but that was a snap, all you were carefully taught is suddenly wrong or irrelevant. “It would be like Isaac,” I say, “climbing Mount Moriah with Abraham finding a ram tethered to a waiting…

    Lou Faber

  • ABSURD, YOU SAY?

    Here in Haikutown verisimilitude can be found in line two.   But over in Tankaville it can have three addresses.

    Lou Faber

  • A SMALL GARDEN (HAIKU)

    sitting, time biding leaf floats down from branch trampled under foot   road salt crusts over etched into a chrome bumper the heron returns   pine needles a bed for the deer and the hunter tall pines cry leaden tears   tangled broken branch dangling from a barren oak awaiting spring rain   giant cranes…

    Lou Faber