Pink Moon is part anthem of decolonization, part oracle of the times. Earthy, magical, and steeped in ancestral connection, Roshan James fuses her lived experience as a Tibetan-Indian born in Scarborough, Ontario, with a tangible connection to nature, humanity, and realms of consciousness. Growing up in the South Asian diaspora, but feeling disconnected from her cultural roots, James makes peace with the tension between her self-identities through poetry. With lyrical ease and simplicity, James resonates off the page, holding the reader in a space, almost trance-like, of quiet confidence. Infused with street-style and deep contemplation, ancient tones and child-like questioning, this collection is a journey through abstract expression. Pink Moon sits at an intersection of timely themes: anti-oppression, melanated lived experience, climate action, social justice, and personal spirituality. The collection will be of interest for discussion in academia, literary circles, and among people who are passionate about art, mindfulness, meditation, holistic health, and nature. Pink Moon is a poetry collection that is part anthem of decolonization, part oracle of the times. Roshan James (she/her) is a poet and artist living as a settler in Newton, Ontario. Her work focuses on consciousness, anti-oppression, non-attachment, and healing. Roshan holds an Honors Bachelor of Arts degree in English Literature from York University, summa cum laude. You'll find her on Instagram at @roshan_james. Razor round with a sweet silver face Primordial flash and roar Of undertowing tidal commands From a soft clamshell mouth We can't understand who we are Unless we understand Sky rocks And abyss Why soil appears brown like our skin The soul of trees Birds And all the intelligent Animation We are all Connected by Marrow and air And to see ourselves, once in a new moon Is to see how the cosmos roils Behind the scenes On the other side of the waking dream Of skin, home, streets, and day time activities Lines from 'A Song For Trees' Seedlings gambol at the feet of ancients Where old growth breaks down to loam And dirt erupts in slow motion The well-planted push their own pace Beyond the wheel of Organized Time What dominions Herein have privilege Or is it more about structure and efficiency? High towers for small beasts Cloaked highways for small feet Why do you grow between rocks I can't imagine you chose it for yourself and your young Was it persistent necessity? Did one of us bring you here And force you into breaking ground You, with the dreadlocked-roots, and sinewed trunks more than an arm-circle around Why do you cling to the face of rock, why if only to stretch out and over the riverbank that cuts under, exposing Where did you learn this defiant vulnerability Opening yourself to survival? "Diasporic displacement dictates its deliverance in this feminist rallying cry against heteropatriarchy and all its binary forms! With every word, in spaces between words, brimming with resilience and retrospection, every poem in this collection asks its reader to read these poems queerly; in doing so, each promises self-liberation. Imagine Yellowjackets written from the point of view of a racialized diasporic feminist leader, and you get Pink Moon." - Aashay Dalvi, founder of Rad Riot Books "Time pulses and slows in Pink Moon. '[H]ow can we be so bold as to define what makes civility?' is a question Roshan James poses at the outset and proceeds to answer and interrogate. From the way '[t]here is so much more of you / Of us / Where the wild things grow' to how '[i]t would take a lifetime to know her / To learn at the feet of her joy,' the sheer expanse of time is laid bare. 'There is medicine in memories / Buried under t

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