Ishaisms, Poetry


My fingers don’t feel like themselves today - they don’t hold my pen as they are wont to; they don’t scrape words out of ink, on the parchment, or tap the temple to stumble across a new one or two… My mind doesn’t feel like itself today - It composes no rhyme as it is… Continue reading NOT MYSELF TODAY

Ishaisms, Reflections

For my proverbial “someone, somewhere”

On feelings, spirals and Frank Sinatra thoughts It's unfairly ironic that to experience the best the universe can offer one, is to be grateful for the chosen offer before receiving it. In other words, to pre-feel what it'll feel like once you get to feel what you want to feel. Alright, I admit, epic fail… Continue reading For my proverbial “someone, somewhere”