Ishaisms

Method to the Madness

Circuitous these democratic roads of love, broken streets dare not be unveiled; mad spaces gaping wide, a callous yawn in dusty attic reminiscences. Love suffers, dies, breathes its last - (a muffled scream that no one heard) fumes from the nowed coil breaking free in ash and smoke reminiscences. A craft is honed in contemporary… Continue reading Method to the Madness

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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… Continue reading THE PRINCESS AND THE DOVE