Quietly falling to my knees; In a room not much larger than its key.
Success meets distress. Harmony meets calamity.
In quiet surrender I raise my head. But not too high or I'll hit my bed.
Is it here? Or is it there.
It is me? Or is it she?
Ambitions left unmet; time not used left to regret
...breathe
A peace unlike others--comforting like a mother.
Yet more inside, more true.
Not subject to the bias that comes from the womb.
Yet still I wonder; still I write.
And hope to God the End's in sight.
...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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