Unveiling the FIRST LOOK of my baby, Dark River, a deluge of poetry © ishaisms

Fine

"How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?" Virginia Woolf It's getting dark, baby I'm anxious, worried and wry It's thundering and raining lights are gone, and so am I I walk down the staircase carpeted in olive green night slippers noiseless but my mind screaming Light…

Dervish

I danced in the desert - a dervish to your love, devotee of our dreams; suppliant hands above surrendering burdens that before were juggled to and fro. Twirling in thankfulness, like a dazzling trinket or fiery ruby, finally at peace and in awe of the miracles and wonders you showed me... How you taught me,…

Erase

Thought I'd type a note to you today though I didn't really know what I wanted to say maybe send the emoji with that really big smile? Nah - that's too eager after so long a while. How about a simple "How're you, everything alright?" - but that's a question and you mightn't wanna reply...…

THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

This is a page, dear reader, from my life about a love both secret and unspoken, for, you see, she was the landlord’s wife – and I, a lonely surveyor and month long tenant. On a misty eve in an icy, grey, November, did I make my way to her elegant door, as the mountains…