Ishaisms, Poetry


He was pugnacious even then, she recalled... How his lying, scheming, devious brain, had her appalled! Every word a deception, every act a subterfuge, so despicable! Yet amongst his social circle, this scoundrel was huge- 'so amiable'! Ironic to think that he was once her chosen one, and she his muse.... Until he made away… Continue reading MORNING NEWS