Face theatre: a poetry by Kevin Isaac
As if by force of habit, the dance begins; the show takes flight; and the shadow boxing commences. We wake and soon we make the faces we make to face…
At Ease: a poetry by Kevin Isaac
Life is seamless here. The skies retain an exuberant cobalt of endless blue, sprinkled artistically with impressions on a canvass of skinny, white clouds.
Curve balls: a poetry by Kevin Isaac
Every now and then, when you least expect it;life throws up the most unlikely and surprising of surprises.
