an old writer and his words

  • A PAUSE

    They ride the tides ashoreby the thousands and tens of thousandsnesting lightly on the waiting sand.We stroll the beach struggling for a footingfor which they have no need,stopping frequently to pick one up,look at it carefully and if it passesour completely arbitrary test,pocket it for display at home.We watch the gulls, pelicansand osprey ride the…

    Lou Faber

  • HOUSING CRISIS

    I laid it outwith great care, insuredthat it comported bothwith my idea and sound engineering. I drew it witha draftsman’s pencil,measured each dimensionat least twice, visuallytested every joint. It ws the culminationof a lifetime of trying,my final success, afterwhich I would stop,there being no needto improve on almost perfection. Building it took time,but I completed…

    Lou Faber

  • IN TRANSIT

    Mom died, the text message read, similar words we’ve been hearing too frequently but always leaving us with the same hopelessness. The words my brother, estranged now, estranged then, come to think of it, said two years ago in a quickly left phone message. I thought of confronting him, but when he never answered, I…

    Lou Faber