Il Faut Imaginer Sisyphe Heureux
“One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy”​ – Albert Camus

​The morning hacks up a sun—nicotine-yellow, thick with last night’s smoke—
splattering the sidewalk cracks where ants scavenge broken sugar.
Men walk like questions—no one answers.
I drink my coffee black, bitter as a swallowed thought.
The creek is near. It passes often,
yet never waves.

I light a cigar out of habit, not despair.
Smoke climbs like a prayer too tired to believe,
curling through the kitchen window—
out toward the indifferent sky.
I do not kneel.
I scrub the plates until they shine,
feeling the warm water sting a cut I hadn’t noticed.

A child laughs down the alley.
The wind moves, empty and whole.
I light another cigar.
The day goes on.

Selected byRaymond Huffman
Image credit:Mohammad 0 Siddiqui - Unsplash
Grady VanWright

Grady VanWright is a poet, author, and playwright based in Houston, Texas. His work explores introspection, independence, and the surreal edges of the human condition, often merging stream-of-consciousness with restrained surrealism. He has been published in Washington Square Review (2025), The McNeese Review, Oddball Magazine, Blood+Honey, Querencia Press, The Genre Society, The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Sheila-Na-Gig, and other literary journals. He is a member of The Authors Guild and The Poetry Society of New York.