an old writer and his words

  • UPWARD

    The young child stares up into the skyand sees in the infinite spacecountless worlds take form and then die. On the mesa coyotes cryseeing gods in what men defacethe young child stares up into the sky hears his ancestors’ mournful replyin an atom’s interstitial spacecountless worlds take form and then die. Inside he sees his…

    Lou Faber

  • SUDDENLY MORTAL

    I now struggle to remember just whenmy childhood suddenly ended, whenI became mortal, and the childhood fearswere replaced by those of the real world. It might have been watching the news,the planes at Dover disgorging coffinafter coffin, each neatly flag draped untilthe flag became a symbol only of death. It might have been the first…

    Lou Faber

  • PIERCING

    It is a simple two pronged pin, steel, a circle around the letter U.S. It has sat in my jewelry box since the day I clutched the DD-214, hung up the two or three uniform items I didn’t turn over to Goodwill, and filed the paperwork with the VA. Every month, when the VA Disability…

    Lou Faber