Prartho's new painting, In Friendship's Garden, paired with her poem How to Befriend Uncertainty

The title poem & cover image from Prartho's debut collection, the Chapbook GARDEN SUTRA

Time for a little love-infused foolishness

Diagraming the Sentence Our subject is light. Modified by the stained glass window and the silt-gray puddle beyond the porch where...

Sleeping with the Ravens All night they flapped through me on blue-black wings. By morning every hair on my head had gone white and was...

Today's post is my own reminder to open my eyes & heart to the smallest beings & moments, to let in the possibility that they are just...

Puccini Plays on Turtle Island This morning I cleaned house and did laundry — the underwear drawer well-stocked and tidy again. Then it...

This Month only! The 21 paintings on my Painted Poems Blog are featured with over-voices of me reading the poems. Have a listen here:...

Let the boat of your regret unmoor itself and drift away. The shimmer of harbor lights will reappear when that great dark ship...

The name, for example, for the lightness that can blow through a heart and lift it from the body, sail it round the world.

a moth-eaten version of Indra’s Net, where my tangled knots catch the light of the endless jewels of morning.

Bodies so effortlessly slipped from they looked like paper lanterns or little wooden boats, scoured and dry-docked for the winter

in India I found if nothing else cowbell clangor persists life remains peculiar

all his life the light sifted through him

It’s just like they say, she told me. Your life flashes before you. But it’s not what you think.

Empty as the night would be with its owl sailing through it.

In spite of what has or hasn’t flown through these days—a bird has perched—just like Emily promised—in your soul.

You tell me you are part of something old now. You cannot believe the way the sky opened inside the cathedral...

Prepare for love to break you into all the pieces necessary for something unknown to be born of you.

I learned to sleep standing on the savanna, rocked in a long slow chorus of grass-scented breath…