"Torn" poetry by Roshan James, Kitchener Waterloo

There is a tear in the fabric Worn and loose, threads baring a gap in the familiar sheets Frayed seams flipping With every breath and breeze, taking in air and sky and sun Warm and fresh-smelling There is no need for stitching, the still-woven yards while unaffected Sustain a small marking From a point, where every […]