by Prasanta | May 25, 2015 | Poetry
When I first came to town, knowing no one I felt like that, like there was no one Anywhere Oh- there were faces, but There was no one And there are days— I walked through the house today Her purple plaid backpack underneath the table Calendar on the desk Books piled...
by Prasanta | May 8, 2015 | God's love, Poetry, Writing
My heart bursts its banks Spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king Shaping the river into words. The Message, Psalm 45:1 #writefromafullwell