The Myth of Sisyphus
Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them. —Albert Camus As if pushing a boulder up a […]
Myths are made for the imagination to breathe life into them. —Albert Camus As if pushing a boulder up a […]
around the rock island butterflies aggregating rubbing antennae two robins attacking a squirrel in white bark pine for collected nuts
They are hard to find, the strike anywhere kind with the white tip you taught me to light against the
They are modestly proud of it Their bomb crater, behind the greenhouses They lead visitors out through the re-grown grove
Walk to the Palace all twisty turny, down this way and that, dance like the bloomers hanging overhead, steaming sour