A World With Octobers

As October winds down (and it has been a beautifully mild October!), and as we head into colder weather, I am reminded of this quote: I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers. ― L. M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables Here are some photos I took last October: ***  

Three Poetry Contests

Friends, I wanted to bring to your attention three poetry contests: Dignity not Detention – A prize of $500 and publication in Poetry International will be given for a single poem written for refugees currently being detained pending their hearings. (A similar prize will be offered to refugee poets in U.S. detention centers.)  Paraclete Press announces … More Three Poetry Contests

Friday Favorites

Friends, I am excited to share I am joining Lisa Deam at The Contemplative Writer this year! I will be contributing to the Friday Favorites for Prayer and Writing, as well as writing a monthly article. Please join us there! Click here to read this week’s first Friday Favorites.     ***    

Announcement!

I have an exciting announcement: I will be joining Lisa Deam at The Contemplative Writer this year!  Each week, I will be contributing to the Friday Favorites post, and I will be contributing a post or article each month. I hope you’ll join me there– and take a look at all the other weekly posts! … More Announcement!

Streams of Amber (poem)

Streams of Amber When love’s fingertips brush fields, purple, amber and golden streams flow, trickle down to hungry souls, drip into an earth permeable to tears of human feet and ambered grace of grains transformed into red, white and blue frosted independence day cakes. © prasanta  July 2011  ____________________________________________________________________________________________ Happy Fourth of July!!

Scenes from a Lake

Summer means a trip to a lake. If you look carefully in the right third and about 2/3 way down, you’ll see a redwing blackbird sitting on these tall grasses or reeds. And of course, what lake visit isn’t complete without a giant pink flamingo floatie big enough for you and all your friends? (I … More Scenes from a Lake

A Spring Walk

A couple of weeks ago, I took a walk in a park. A little path wound through the park. This field was a gorgeous sight dotted in yellow. A few surprises just on the edge of the park trail included a sighting of mayapple. The big surprise was to see the quantity of trillium. Look … More A Spring Walk

In April (poem)

In April surprised by any old thing that should uproot itself and subvert the winter awakening to newness from sleep surprised each morning I, too, awake  words– thrown away by winds souls– slaughtered  by hatchets see—    but don’t see my heart left me— some night, long ago I wonder why in April the daffodils have … More In April (poem)

“Shared Hells: A Lenten Meditation” (essay by Peter Kreeft)

During the days and weeks leading up to Easter (Lent), I often like to pick up this little book titled “Bread and Wine: Readings for Lent and Easter.” One of the readings in the book which I have found meaningful and enjoyable is called “Shard Hells” by Peter Kreeft. Last year, I happily ran across … More “Shared Hells: A Lenten Meditation” (essay by Peter Kreeft)

Centering Color, Race & Culture in our Writing

Over a week ago, I had the privilege of leading a breakout session with another writer in the writing guild I am a member of (Redbud Writing Guild), titled “Centering Color, Race & Culture in our Writing”. We shared a couple of examples of centering done well, steps and practical tips to write more inclusively, … More Centering Color, Race & Culture in our Writing

Holy Week (Poems)

This Bread I Break By Dylan Thomas This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree ‘Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape’s joy. Once in this wine the summer blood Knocked in the flesh that decked the … More Holy Week (Poems)

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 sky hangs low, clouds swirl. … More Place

Poems for Lent

I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day by Gerard Manley Hopkins I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light’s delay. With witness I speak … More Poems for Lent