Author Archives: David Isley, PhD

And so, I struggle to find my home Through every alley and street, I roam.A brief stop in the corner caféPeering out windows . . . foggy, dismal gray.  A cup of coffee awakens the mindAllowing thoughts to slowly unwind.A pastry made to fill the urge,Words unwritten slowly merge. Across the room, as others glareMy headContinue reading “The Writer’s Block”