Ishaisms, Reflections


Have you ever wondered, dear reader, what it would be like to go back in time and meet the child that you were- and tell that happy, innocent, and carefree person, that things would, and will, change; to look right into the eyes of your past and say that the people who seem invincible, would… Continue reading GROWING UP

Ishaisms, Poetry


Past Standing on the concrete ruins of me, all stability giving way beneath my feet; I see a shadow of someone I used to know, I see a shadow before the setting halo - Does it see me, or look the other way? Are there things left unsaid that it wants to say? I'm pulled… Continue reading CONCRETE RUINS