Quiver

Echoes of heartbreak Still tremble at the fringes In a quivering fade

Text: Echoes of heartbreak Still tremble at the fringes In a quivering fade

Choose

Choose - a poem by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: And one day it’s a bit brighter And one day you choose To live in the light

Long enough

"Long enough" - poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: I’ve sat long enough With this pain It is no longer an intruder But a seeker of solace and grace A friend in need of love

Same

"Same" - poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: It’s the rinse-and-repeat of extremes That shape a soldier, a disaster and a survivor Out of the same time-tumbling stone

Still

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

Text: There is healing In holding still Slowing the churn And drowning the restless need to create answers In the depths of solitude

Open

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

Text: I want to stay open to the mysteries of joy after healing To the yield of gratitude in the face of less I want to take in the fullness of this life In all its weird flavours, its mottled complexions The brittle and the soft The acid and the sweet To feel the balance […]

Everything I didn’t know and still don’t

Looking back on a year of not-knowing and learning, and looking forward to a year of learning about what else I don’t know I started 2015 thinking I had a fairly good idea of how the year would play out. It turns out, I really didn’t know much. I wasn’t anticipating more brokenness or complexity, or […]

Fabric

"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 […]

Our ground

"Our ground", poetry by Roshan James, Kitchener Waterloo, Ontario

Battle scarred Broken parts Patched and wrapped with charred resolve Done for days Gone for months Years that asked with no response   And here you come With eye-lit smiles Far brighter-bold than northern skies With depth of strength And patience long Holding on to find our ground  

Hammer to string

Hammer to string, poetry by Roshan Grossman

At the drop of Hammer to string My heart flutters and fills Into the fissures Picking up the broken bits Collecting up the shards In honeyed harmony Flowing With tears to purge And rain to cleanse In polyphonic waves Crashing unwieldy Against my eroding shore