humour, Ishaisms, Poetry


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...… Continue reading Erase

Ishaisms, Poetry


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… Continue reading THE LANDLORD’S WIFE

Ishaisms, Poetry


Little did I expect to be killed with your song... softly like a burning sage sweltering, smouldering, fragrant, in a swirly smoky mist... Prickly pines couldn't kill like your song did, softly... dark forests trodden in quiet evenings... forbidden North Star 'neath shadowy sunset gleaming, glimmering... softly... rhododendrons, red velvet bare branches, and happy valley,… Continue reading Smokin’