an old writer and his words

  • TOTTERING

    The world did not collapse today,although it tottered on the edge againas it does most days in recent memory.As a child we expected the world might endunless we hid under our deskswhen the alarms went off, so littledid we know about nuclear weaponsand what could be more uselessthan a desk at or near ground zero.We…

    Lou Faber

  • DEAR BLATTARIA

    It has never been fair, has it,you always reviled, harassed.It isn’t any wonder that you scurryfrom the light, one step aheadof certain holocaust, your kinddeemed the root of evil, a plague.We know that you were herelong before we arrived, will behere long after we have gone,after we have laid final wasteto our common home, and…

    Lou Faber

  • RECESSION

    The lake is slowly receding, fading,the lake we created arrogantlyassuming that when it cameto nature, we could be godlike.It’s withdrawal has revealedcars, boats and bodieswe had not expected there,put by intention or accident,laid bare by nature, onceour devoted servant we imaginedthen a prophet we so callously ignored, nowin a retribution carefully ordained,the angel of destructionvisiting…

    Lou Faber

  • WHY NOT AN ELEVENTH?

    The internet, he said, was God’s gift to Satan, but Satan returned it within the warranty period since it didn’t bring him nearly as much business as he had hoped. That, and the broadband in Hell was iffy most of the time, something about the heat, like broadband in Florida in the summer, only worse.…

    Lou Faber

  • BOOK TWO

    So if I have it right, Godmanaged to come up with tenplagues for Moses to visiton Pharaoh, although at the timeMoses probably could notunderstand why it was ten,since God was boundlesslycreative, or so He told Moses. Maybe it dawned on Moseswhen wandering in the desertthat ten was a convenient number,after all, he only gave Mosesten…

    Lou Faber

  • AMAZONIA

    There will, I am certain, come a day when I will need to do nothing. My computer and my apps will know what I want, will obtain it without asking, will expect my thanks when it arrives, even if they are incapable of understanding what thank you means in a human world. They already plague…

    Lou Faber

  • ON THE TENTH PLAGUE

    Mark your doorpost with the bloodof the lamb for this may be the nightwhen God’s emissary arrives for the killingof the first born. Will he be a night birdhalf raven, half vulture or an aged manconcealing his weapon in shabby robes. Mark your doorpost and check itoften for if your neighbor wipesthe blood away, you…

    Lou Faber