Ishaisms

Séances

1 My eyes droop with the heaviness of my sins and times laid bare in séances that compelled forth reminiscences. They filled each one, the empty chairs placed in the grand hall for the dead to fill "Come sit with me", someone said, and I laid bare my all, in memories. One by one recollecting… Continue reading Séances

Ishaisms, Poetry

Winter

Come now,Embrace the windBrave it, you know howShed your leaves, you have beforeHave let me down like your very boughs Let me curl up like brown, crushed leavesLet me lay down my burdens and die too.Promise me a fresh start, when the season's doneWhen bells begin to ring and Spring's dawnalights upon the hallowed groundMy… Continue reading Winter

Ishaisms, Short Story

THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE

Today I heard the cooing of a dove… in the same melodious sing-song way as that blessed hour when I had heard one three years ago in that Winter’s morn… The chilly mists rose up the towers, with a vague warning, signaling ‘twere better one kept the windows shut; for one’s submission unto the damp… Continue reading THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE