by Prasanta | Dec 28, 2017 | Poetry
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,...
by Prasanta | Dec 24, 2017 | Advent, Poetry
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...
by Prasanta | Dec 20, 2017 | Poetry
Coins in the Fontana Di Trevi When I was 19 at the Fontana Di Trevi I tossed in three coins with the right hand over the left shoulder I lost track of where they landed among hundreds of copper and silver bits splattered like a random mosaic on the fountain’s...
by Prasanta | Dec 19, 2017 | Advent, God's Word, Gospel, grace
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...
by Prasanta | Dec 14, 2017 | Advent, Jesus, Uncategorized
This song below, called “How Many Kings,” is full of so much meaning. I don’t hear it being played quite as much during the Christmas season, but it’s a lovely one to listen to. Lyrics: Follow the star to a place unexpected Would you believe...
by Prasanta | Dec 12, 2017 | Advent, Hope, Jesus
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...
by Prasanta | Dec 11, 2017 | Guest Blogger, Writers, Writing
“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...
by Prasanta | Dec 5, 2017 | Poetry, Quotes
