Bits of us: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
As Auld Lang Syne faded into silence, and the fireworks dimmed, spontaneous cheers quietly turned to memories and a new dawn bid farewell to the old.
Home for the Holidays: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
I keep wanting to reacquaint my senses with the comfortable sights, sounds, and flavours of Christmas; to feel the scintillating scents brush against my skin and to hear the crackling…
House of Prayers: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
An open secret, half-hidden in time. Tucked away securely in plain sight. This sanctuary – sanguine and serene – invites passers-by to stop, unwind, and gaze at life. A quiet…
Repaired: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Competing thoughts cascade through his mind, carving barren trails. He feels estranged from home. He remembers when he was respected, revered almost, and could do no wrong. Back then, he…
My Younger Self: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Should I happen upon my younger self, I would say, believe it when you hear that time flies… because it really does. Therefore, live life without chasing tomorrow. And never…
Footnote: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Slow down, let your soul savour the few remaining pockets of pristine air before they become too bitter and murky to inhale.
The Fog: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Take the house, and the land on which it sits. Nip the car in the drowsy driveway. Seduce the overfed bank accounts, and fill your pockets with the useless jewellery…
Don’t leave the lights on for me: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
Don’t leave the lights on for me. I will make my own way. Along this seemingly deserted path.