she became silent

  Silence for too long and no no words for far too long no answering the phone (then and now) when light finally broke through escape from prison she spoke but didn’t speak unable to speak hiding away resting, recovering from a month of savagery she now cries, sleeps, heals under the sun * January … More she became silent


Some things are certain (what I know) Others uncertain (I don’t know what you’re thinking) . . . Some know how to love— (you—beautiful you—from what I perceive and believe) — and I’m certain about certain facts such as (          ) And others don’t know how to love such as (                   ) I ask– did … More certain/uncertain

Sunset (by Rilke)

  Slowly the west reaches for clothes of new colors which it passes to a row of ancient trees. You look, and soon these two worlds both leave you one part climbs toward heaven, one sinks to earth. ~Rainer Maria Rilke: Sunset        

consolation (poem)

    tell me, dear reader, what choice do i have but to remain incognito?   and to console myself with countless books, endless cups of tea, and hours and hours of writing,   and cry a little in between.   * © prasanta    december 27, 2017

december solstice (poem)

Official first day of winter– the solstice when darkness is bigger, greater, longer than the sun’s extended rays which reach my fingertips eight minutes later than when they first sizzled out of their thermogenic home This electromagnetic radiation reaches the cool blue earth invisibly touches my skin Here I sit in the chill of Cimmerian nights and … More december solstice (poem)

The Wise and the Lowly

Something new burned in the sky that night; an astronomical object or some other supernatural phenomenon. Wise men from the east were aware of the usual night sky occurrences, and on this night, they knew something was different. They said later to Herod, after they had traveled to find the baby Jesus, “we have seen … More The Wise and the Lowly


One year, not too long ago, my kids were participating in a White Elephant gift exchange at a Christmas party. We ended up wrapping a very tiny gift in a small box, and then wrapping that little box in a slightly larger box, and then wrapping that box in an even bigger box, and repeating … More Unwrapped

Choosing a Writing Critique Group – Guest Post By Andi Cumbo-Floyd

  “Dangerously unselfish, my friends. I think that’s what we need to be as writers. People not interested in girding up our rightness or projecting some false sense of correctness. People interested, instead, in digging into the meaty betweens where beauty and pain rub shoulders, and where truth and forgiveness are bedfellows. Where might you … More Choosing a Writing Critique Group – Guest Post By Andi Cumbo-Floyd

Thankful (poem)

What are you thankful for today? Thanksgiving is a day set aside to pause, reflect, and to give thanks to the giver of all good gifts. * for the calm within a swirling storm for abiding peace amidst wars within and without for the everpresent source of strength when I am weak for boundless hope … More Thankful (poem)

Covert (poem)

Covert   Daytime slips eventide glows purple and gold The poet writes with a covert pen Her words cloaked meanings hidden camouflaged in twilight Verses swathed in mystery in quiet unknown webspace   © prasanta  11/22/17   *  

An Old Photograph

Below is a piece of flash fiction I wrote a few years ago. I consider myself a creative nonfiction/memoir/poetry writer, but back in 2011 and 2012, I participated in a flash fiction writing prompt a few times. We were given a photo as a prompt and then charged with the task of writing a very short … More An Old Photograph

Writing Memoir

“It is clear we must embrace struggle. Every living thing conforms to it. Everything in nature grows and struggles in its own way, establishing its own identity, insisting on it at all cost, against all resistance. We can be sure of very little, but the need to court struggle is a surety that will not … More Writing Memoir

“Permanent Good” (quote by Octavius Winslow)

There are times when it might be difficult to know what “good” might come out of certain circumstances in our lives, particularly if those circumstances aren’t so “good”. This is a part of the faith walk that I cannot see: I trust (and often must make the choice to trust) amidst roads that seem to … More “Permanent Good” (quote by Octavius Winslow)