Ishaisms

Water Memory

Tap-tapping as soft kisses,rainwater drips upon my fingersfrom the edges of dark tin-roofsthat I remain hostage under,seeking safety, staying aloof I look up and see them glistenicicles frozen to their deathsset off by the light of the crescentso bright, they must've earned heav'nyet, restless, even in their rest Like memories of the pregnant waterwaiting o'er… Continue reading Water Memory

Ishaisms

Wednesday

What sacrifices have you made in life? Spent all of Wednesdaythinking it was Thursdaydid I lose a day or gain one?Do I celebrate and say hurrayor lament the onethat's forever gone?Could say it's Thursday somewherebut I'm from the Eastso there ain't thatAnyhoo… I've sat the twoand made my peaceso now I frankly blame none