My words, come home

"My words, come home" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: You are my words that surface And run like the children we were Coming out of hiding In our evening’s final game of kick-the-can Which ones of you will make it Under the streetlight’s glow As dark closes in And windows appear, emerging from the brick The outside air plays cool on our sleeve-free […]

Pieces of home

"Pieces of home," poetry by Roshan James

I first spotted you In the curl of a Virginian wave I was tiny and the roaring giant tide Overwhelmed, threatening to pull me under And I loved every reckless moment Of salty, sandy air tripping over the waves Whipping locks of hair around my five-year-old face In my twenties I saw your name and […]

My name

My name, poetry by Roshan Grossman

My name came back to me Slightly aloof From years of standing aside With childhood dreams Untethered With teenage woes Unlettered Coursing to extremes To experience Everything All at once, at risk Of feeling nothing Or gaining so much That we will never have Time enough to reconnect