The frost on my breath,
On the quiet commute
To a place I hardly know.
The sights, the sounds,
The people on the streets,
With their humble bench seats.
Are my dreams so set,
Like this weather: so frozen?
Or more like a cool breeze, blown?
I'd like to think I'm strong;
Confident and founded,
Yet I can't help but think,
Is it ever-grounded?
...on the back of my tongue. Here is the creative work of Michael Farr.
About Me
- Michael Farr
- Soldier. Writer. Life explorer. I'm here for love, joy and lots of stories.
I always have loved writing. In high school, I found a practical outlet for this craft in journalism. I continued on in college to become heavily involved in my campus newspaper and got a Web publishing job at the Los Angeles Times after graduation.
This blog, however, is a compilation in no particular order of my non-journalistic work. Here you will find poems, short stories and descriptive narrations about a variety of topics. I hope to some day have my creative work professionally published, so I would appreciate any linking you could do.
I can be reached by email at michael.john.farr@gmail.com.
Welcome, and enjoy!
--Michael
This blog, however, is a compilation in no particular order of my non-journalistic work. Here you will find poems, short stories and descriptive narrations about a variety of topics. I hope to some day have my creative work professionally published, so I would appreciate any linking you could do.
I can be reached by email at michael.john.farr@gmail.com.
Welcome, and enjoy!
--Michael
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