by Prasanta | Dec 9, 2022 | Journey, Life, Poetry, Seasons
In a matter of moments, the landscape can change. In a matter of moments, a life can change. *** Snow-Fall * A single snowflake floats weightless Millions of flakes falling, land heavy Bring a roof crashing down * Branches bend, dip underneath Weight of snow, crack...
by Prasanta | Oct 31, 2022 | Belonging, Identity, Poetry, writing journey
I’m honored to have several poems published this fall.
by Prasanta | May 11, 2022 | Identity, Mothering, Mothers, Poetry, Purpose, The Mudroom
The Longing Arms Emptiness filled now and spilling when arms hold and hush the long anticipated one- sweet love requited. Did I know how empty they were- my arms, heart- before you? You laughed at the emptiness and swallowed it whole....
by Prasanta | Apr 11, 2022 | Christ, Friendship, God's Faithfulness, God's love, Gospel, Jesus, Lent, Poetry, the cross
Scar on the Cheek The kiss on the cheek planted swift, turns to thorny scratch, burns long and thin, drips red on black dirt. Fragile petals live a breath away, a thin vein from death. Roses keep distant, far from drawn swords ready to impale petal-skin. Repent and...
by Prasanta | Apr 29, 2021 | Belonging, Identity, Poetry, poetry by others, speaking
Join me on Facebook Live on April 30 and May 7!
by Prasanta | Aug 9, 2020 | Hope, Inspiration, Poetry, poetry by others, speaking, Writers, Writing, writing journey
Hi Writing Friends! I’m honored to be leading a Breakout Session at the Breathe Writers Conference this fall! The session (and conference) will be virtual this year. Below is the summary for my session: Writing from Exile: Finding Hope Amidst...
by Prasanta | Jun 21, 2020 | Poetry, Seasons, Summer
Solstice Lament A leaf, flower, blue egg blossom in brief— short season of thaw before heads scurry in holes. For now, irony— gaining inches of darkness while days shimmer in verdurous splendor, efflorescent interval. Light soon dissolves— night spreads...
by Prasanta | Dec 31, 2019 | Hope, Poetry, Purpose, Redemption
On New Years Eve, people all over the world celebrate the dawn and hope of a new beginning. One never knows what lies ahead, at the cusp of a new year. One thing is certain: there will be both joys and sorrows. I could never have predicted the year I have had. 2019...
by Prasanta | Sep 23, 2019 | Poetry, Summer, Uncategorized
1540 (As Imperceptibly as Grief) – By Emily Dickinson As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy— A Quietness distilled As Twilight long begun, Or Nature spending with herself Sequestered Afternoon— The Dusk...
by Prasanta | Sep 18, 2019 | Autumn, Poetry, Seasons, Summer, Uncategorized
Porch Swing in September by Ted Kooser The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun that bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion whose flowers have faded, like those of summer, and a small brown spider has hung out her web on a line between porch post and chain...
