by Prasanta | Jul 25, 2015 | Uncategorized
Switching Adjust boom windward As storm approaches— Gales and waves toss us Like a child’s toy boat at bath time Can you see the storm approaching? Jibe, tack, plant cautious feet Don’t play around like a child at bath time Mind the mature and callous sea The...
by Prasanta | Jul 2, 2015 | Poetry
The Guest He tramples on my azaleas, barges right in— no ringing the bell or hearty knock– plants himself right beside me on the couch. Of course. The old tusker won’t leave me alone, ribbing, winking, and nodding my direction...
