A New Year’s Eve Reflection

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...

A Little Bit of Hope

I spotted this little surprise by the front door a few days ago. In the darkness, a little bit of hope waits quietly. When uncertainties, questions, and unknowns linger in our minds, this little picture of spring is a mess that will arrive at the right time, a promise...

Place

  I stare at the honey-colored wood floors beneath my feet. My eyes travel up to the walls, the painted walls of a pleasing forest green. I didn’t paint these walls. I walk outdoors, bundled up in layers of clothing, making sure to wear gloves and a hat. The gray...

Flammable (poem)

Flammable (poem) Approaching flames warm hands and wake the mind, sparks sear the heart, ignite fiber of truth— a thread of hunger burns… Read the rest of my poem at Altarwork!   *© prasanta 2012 Like dead bones coming alive… we also, dead in our sins...