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.
