"Fear" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: It left me Hoarse and confused With only the unrecognizable Rough and raspy remnants Of my former fluency Pouring mournful into everything My voice, the one I call my own Lost in panicked howling From fear of missing the moon


"Soaked" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: It’s the kind of day That seeps both ways   A softness in the atmosphere Soaking the skin Into awareness Of what was once warm Smudging the lines Between heavy limbs And cloudy breath Vaporously conscientious Of blurring outward Exhausting each exhale

Broken and the beast

"Hungry" poetry by Roshan James, Kitchener Waterloo, Ontario, Canada

Text only:   Do you feel like this too Sometimes   A broken heartedness so complete So hungry for more of me   That it builds   Molding futures in my flesh For its own appetite, to devour   A self-fulfilling beast

Is this what the end of the world feels like?

When I first heard the news about the elementary school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, I was simply overwhelmed with grief as a mother — as a human — on behalf of the families who lost their worlds yesterday. I felt angry, confused, bitter and disappointed in a world that seemed to be twisted inside out. Any words […]