
Text: It is a cold, hard fact I am taken with you
by Roshan James
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
On a cool October day in 2012, I made a choice to follow an inkling of an idea. I can’t say it was a big dream, or that I even had a clear picture of what I was aiming for. It was the kind of now-or-never moment when a single step in a new direction […]
It’s not a game Or a song Or even a movie But it’s played Mostly alone Or seemingly so Defined by a lack Patience pending Thoughts in focus Sending the mind Reeling, careening In and out of logic As we process Organize Catalogue And store Memories and the visions Slotted into lessons Lessening the pace […]
Misplaced smiles Can just as easily Wound Like barbed wire Lining the fence that makes us Better friends