Update ...

I am currently putting the posts from the past year together in a booklet form, which should be ready before the end of April. It will show up on links on the right when it becomes available. I will also be making the PDF download free-of-charge.

The next cycle of posts will commence with a minor revamp of the page. But the blog address remains the same, in any case. So do check back and thanks for reading!
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Or, the myth of Sisyphus

Stories breathing with effort

In restless existence, contrived
as wrinkled murmurs

Soothed by an intractable inertia,
plainly condoned as a matter of fact
necessary in shifting distances.

Assumptions of comfort
percolating from depths
retorted in muted anguish
anticipating a futile journey –

With reluctance carried
forward as partially folded
over lifting silence
between points, reiterating
an innate residual coherence.

In each footfall, marking
inevitable questions, formed
in defiance of answers
already predicated
upon the weight of prior knowledge
hastily sorted,

Gathered, yet again
in a singular rehearsed gesture
adding to that reserve –
shouldered judiciously and
spun from discarded anxieties
into a hollowed out artifice
where implausible happiness entwine

Even if seemingly effortless.

Swayed in a softly stance

Embracing an impossible lightness
culled form the surface of dreams

Floated in a tightness borne
out of insecurities rooted, partly,
in the endless conjuring of being
arisen from an imaginary certitude
stitched together with ephemeral utterances.

Skywards, shifting veils weighing
the probability of release ...

Leashing indifference unremittingly drained
over a banal resolve, cradled
in a desperate grip - sunken
deep within an unrecognisable tangle
carefully nurtured in a pliable defiance.