In depths of loathing
Life and its accomplices
Time and money
I've found one small thing
To keep me from running.
Light words and laughs
Of those who care
Without even knowing
Caught unaware.
I'd be remiss, yes
Awfully quite chilly
To neglect my thanks
That buries self-pity.
...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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