Ancestors of the night

"Ancestors of the night" poetry by Roshan James, Wellesley, Ontario, Canada

Text: Walk tall, ancestors of the night, Dark shadows of your golden youth When your quick tongues Learned the wisdom of Silence   Walk far into the deepest dark Pulling time in chains of glass Across the sanded shores of planets Spun from rays of stars   Stride proud and bold Across breathless skies in […]

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