Ishaisms, Poetry, Slave

The Son of the Slave

I played for long hours under the scorching Egyptian heat, with my friends, the children of the street… I had no mother, my father was my life; he gave me home and food, I was a strong lad, living a life both satisfactory and good. My friends envied me, for my father gave me more… Continue reading The Son of the Slave

Ishaisms, Poetry


There are millions you meet in your short stay, here in this mortal world - yet something in particular do you in them, find to love. It’s not beauty, not compassion, no not kindness either - it’s something else you love… Something there are no words to paint a picture with; something immeasurable in worth.… Continue reading SOMETHING ELSE

Ishaisms, Poetry

The Shadows Come To Dance

Out of the caverns, into the light; full moon, not just a crescent illuminating the night; the shadows come to dance.   Milky midnight glory; plethora of twinkling stars; a thousand sinful stories, all through the wee hours, the shadows come to dance.   Cloaked in disgrace, stripped of decency; Outcry! Outrage! In satisfaction and… Continue reading The Shadows Come To Dance