Ishaisms, Magical Realism, prosaic-poetry

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I remember standing in the rain that night it poured and lashed thick on the rose bushes I had planted two summers ago. I had focused so long on the dark clouds above that I failed to notice the blooming flower smiling up at me - the first one to bloom in my lifetime. I… Continue reading 1,11

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Ishaisms, Poetry

Water to your Earth

And here with the brimming cup I stand, gripped in my praying, outstretched hand - afraid of it being gleaned from my grasp, not of my fingers growing weary of this clasp... The tears refill the steals of the windy air, no fire from the sun can dry up what's here; this river can only… Continue reading Water to your Earth

Ishaisms, Reflections, The Boatman Series

A note to my dear reader on The Boatman Series…

Dear reader, I remember it was somewhere around February this year, the second month of my blogging journey, that someone I know had remarked on the number of posts I had been putting up on Ishaisms! "What if you run out of all your written works and are left with nothing one day?" was the… Continue reading A note to my dear reader on The Boatman Series…