Time is a river. No sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept away. Another thing will take its place, and that too the river will sweep away.
Category: A Publishing Journey
A Publishing Journey, #23: Poem “Salt”
I become a pillar of salt as I stare backward.
A Publishing Journey, #22: Poem “Salt”
If the salt loses its flavor . . . it is then good for nothing but to be thrown out and trampled underfoot by men.
A Publishing Journey, #21: Essay “One Hillbilly’s Perspective on Netflix’s Hillbilly Elegy”
Ron Howard's Hillbilly Elegy: Bad but for different reasons than most critics are giving.
My 20th Published Writing: Poem “Siloam Pool”
We are, many of us, in need of a holy cleansing at the moment
