by Prasanta | Jan 31, 2016 | Poetry
Diaspora Close eyes Weaver knits wind tails Dreammaker ignites fire Reach, catch a tail, flipping fast, skim invisible air Grab this one or that— tail of another fantastic— Soar through days, ripple like waves surge through moments twirl through realizations A...
by Prasanta | Jan 17, 2016 | Poetry
Here’s a poem I wrote when I was in high school… yep, high school. That was, let’s see… a long time ago. My kids are now close to the age when I wrote this. This piece was published in our annual high school literary magazine. My 7th grade...
by Prasanta | Jan 15, 2016 | Uncategorized
Andalusian Dream Closing my eyes to find the cobalt sky reaching down to touch the sea, not knowing whither it ends or begins Searching along the shore near Malaga I hear her shoes tapping like we were back in Seville and buying dresses off the streets...
by Prasanta | Jan 14, 2016 | Poetry
Some Kinds of Loss Checkered, framed, lines in sharp angles Drawn around the faces of those inside. I stare and they change, get older, like Dorian did Yet a small sunny spot stays on her forehead, when she Held up the days with her own two fingers, When she...
