by Prasanta | Aug 25, 2018 | Journey, Poetry, Words, Writing
Where do uspoken words go Forgotten in some collective conscious of empty, unwritten volumes, filling dust lined shelves Perhaps filling oceans replete with missed opportunities and golden intentions Perhaps tossed on the wayside of unknown gardens, wildflowers...
by Prasanta | Aug 21, 2018 | Poetry, Summer, Time, Words
Flies, bees, fireflies whirr in summer heat circulating like blood in a heart, pumping much needed oxygen to weary limbs that would die without air What stays, stands near, surrounds, envelops the air, the outline of our skin? Dig a hole, build a fire pit, watch...
by Prasanta | Apr 17, 2018 | Books, Conference, Poetry, poetry by others, Words, Writers, Writing
I’m filled with gratitude with the opportunity to attend the Festival of Faith and Writing in Grand Rapids last week. It was the first time I attended, though as I wrote recently, I wanted to attend the past two times. One of my special possessions as a result...
by Prasanta | Jan 1, 2018 | Photos, Quotes, Words
“For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning.” — T.S. Eliot //...
by Prasanta | Nov 29, 2017 | Books, Creativity, Quotes, Words, Writers, Writing
Happy Birthday to Madeleine L’Engle, who would have turned 99 today. She is one of my favorite writers. You know the question or similar varieties of the question, “If you could have dinner with anyone, dead or alive, who would it be?” One of the...
by Prasanta | Aug 16, 2014 | Five Minute Friday, Words
Only one more year is left. One more year. I have your lifetime of memories stored away, and you have your own memories of the past years until now, and we share many of those same memories. If I could go back through the years, I know what I would do and say...
