One Must Believe That Sisyphus Is Happy

« La lutte elle-même vers les sommets suffit à remplir un cœur d’homme. Il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux. » – Albert Camus “The struggle toward the summits itself is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”             It’s Wednesday night.  I’m walking through the streets of Lausanne with a friend who I haven’tContinue reading “One Must Believe That Sisyphus Is Happy”

The Scale of Things

As the scale of things would have it Women will martyr fishes, as many as it takes To turn the tides Inside out The way that lovers metamorphose, Spewing electric slivers in their wake, Spooling away the lachrymose shivers, Gasoline, spilled, The wetness spreading Between incandescent peninsulas Leaving the megalopolis behind, The light comes inContinue reading “The Scale of Things”


What glinted from the August airplane wing Came back that day in early spring. It was the March of time. So dimmed the sun, And so rounded the shadows, That I wondered if the moon Thought it had sinned. Yet, nothing seemed to gleam or guilt too much.