About Sisyphus

Biography

I live in an off the grid cabin in the woods in Maine. I was an educator and started three schools. I was a baker, cafe owner and now write everyday beginning at 4 am. All of my novels are available on Amazon's Kindle: Twins of Atlantis, Daughters of Atlas, Children of the Dream are my Atlantis trilogy. My most recent novel, Spam is also on Kindle. I also have three books of poetry: Journey Homeward, Morning Songs and Sisyphus as well as a book on education.

Name:
Sisyphus
Sex:
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Interests:
I am an avid gardener and keep a big garden. Now I live a simple quiet life but like Thoreau, "I have traveled far and wide in Walden." My life has been an adventure and, inspite of all that is anguishing in the word, I am a happy man and find joy in simple things. I have many erotic stories on Lush but have many non-erotic stories that express my visions and passions.
Favorite Books:
Way too many books to name but there a few that come to mind that have had an impact: The Plague by Albert Camus, Herzog by Saul Bellow, Madam Bovary by Flaubert.
Favorite Authors:
Camus, Roth, Steinbeck, Flaubert, E.L. Doctorow, Cervantes, Shakespeare, Harper Lee, Yeats, Keats, Dylan Thomas, Chaucer.
Favorite Movies:
Again, way too many to list.
Favorite Music:
Dylan, the Beatles, Leonard Cohen, Brahms, Beethoven, Mahler, Rachmaninoff.
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My Soul

I guess it’s in me somewhere, hovering, waiting, perhaps between heartbeats, or underneath my breath, hiding where it can’t be seen, but wanting to escape with me, go somewhere, perhaps over the rainbow where bluebirds fly.   Sometimes, I wonder if it’s really there, or just a notion I’m supposed to believe like Santa Claus. Sometimes, I want it to speak to me, tell me it's there,...

Added 09 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 135

My Intuition Speaks to Me

  Listen to me when I speak to you, tells you what you need to hear, whispers in your ear when others tell you what to do and you’re uncertain, on the fence, bewildered.   Close your eyes and listen to me with your heart; trust me more than you trust yourself; know I’m your dearest friend, dearer than your wife, now ex, although she listened to hers more than you do, I’ll know...

Added 07 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 145 | 2 Comments

My Mind

Sometimes I’m in a jungle tripping over vines, shoving my way through bushes, looking for a path, wondering if there is one and asking with every breath where am I?   Other times my mind is an eagle high above the trees and mountains, soaring over lakes, my heart filled with sky, my eyes searching for the nourishment I need, wanting to dive deep into the pools inside.   So...

Added 05 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 166 | 2 Comments

The Unexplainable

I haven't got a clue where the first waves began, the ones I'm walking through on this amazing day, and wish I knew how the sky became so blue, how these palm trees grew from seeds that came from who knows where, or why I love to rhyme, make music with my words, say what's on my mind and breathe the air, feel the breeze my eyes can't see, loving how it comes and kisses me, soothes my skin,...

Added 03 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 124 | 3 Comments

My Mind Is Like A River

Sometimes, the stars and moon and nighttime air are so perfect that being there in those moments is like being blessed, and I breathe them in as fully as I can and hold them in my heart and mind as a precious time, a sacred time when I feel the universe within, but then my thoughts get invaded by mundane  thoughts that come like uninvited guests to remind me to buy dish detergent, ...

Added 02 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 147 | 4 Comments

Geography Of The Mind

What is this country in my mind I've wandered through for all these years, this land of hills and valleys, streams and rivers I have crossed, mountains I have climbed, forests, meadows, tangled jungles where I was lost but somehow found my way to this place filled with memories where I can see where I have been and nothing is forgotten.   It's where my childhood lives in a tiny...

Added 01 Sep 2018 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 187 | 5 Comments

Chaordia - A Novel of Transformation Ch. 21 Final Chapter

Even though the Sheriff and his deputies would be coming in a few days, no one seemed that concerned. There was too much to do. When Alice and I went to the cabin to get settled, there was a vase on the wood stove with wildflowers and a note from Morning Star that said, "Welcome to your new home." "I don't believe we're actually here." Alice read the note again. "Me either. I feel like...

Added 03 Feb 2016 | Category Adventure | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 626

Chaordia - A Novel of Transformation Ch. 20

Tim and Gabe moved the round table back to the center of the room and placed the chairs around it. Tammy placed the oil lamp in the center for lighting it later when it got dark. Dan brought in several arm loads of wood, while Liz and Atticus followed with a box filled with kindling. Tammy filled a pot with water from her five gallon jug and measured out rice. Several unopened cans of black...

Added 02 Feb 2016 | Category Adventure | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 580

Chaordia - A Novel of Transformation Ch. 19

My dad waved at us as we came though the waist high grass in the pasture. Standing with Glenn and Dan, he held his sketchbook and pointed to some place on the other side of the orchard. Atticus straddled his father's shoulders, while Liz and Tammy knelt by the fire, preparing lunch. Alice grabbed my hand and started running towards them. I glanced back at Grace walking slowly, the branch...

Added 01 Feb 2016 | Category Adventure | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 405

Chaordia - A Novel of Transformation Ch. 18

A short, pot-bellied man walked towards us through the tall brown grass. Bald, except for a thin patch of gray hair above his ears, he had a small silver badge on his tan shirt, a holster with a black-handled gun on his hip. I’m not sure why he left his hat in the car. Glenn stiffened and watched the sheriff approaching. "Uh-oh," my dad muttered. Alice swallowed and glanced at me. I knew she...

Added 31 Jan 2016 | Category Adventure | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 412

Friends Comments

25 Apr 2015 08:05
DirtyMartini
Stopped by to say "Hello"...saw this picture and it reminded me of you...hope all is well over here...
26 May 2014 02:14
DirtyMartini
Just stopping by to wish you a very Merry Christmas and all the best in the coming New Year...
24 Dec 2013 23:53
Rebellious_Soul

this is a part of the bay outside my summer house!
29 Oct 2013 05:24
Rebellious_Soul

Thanks for the add!
28 Oct 2013 05:38
DirtyMartini
Happy Holiday Cheer to my Stories Space friends, and their families from DirtyMartini...
22 Dec 2012 19:39
DirtyMartini
Just saw this and thought of you...
15 Nov 2012 18:56
15 Sep 2012 06:14
Sisyphus
Thank you, thank you, thank you...such a lovely vibrant image to have here.
05 May 2012 02:16
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