Perma-love

These flash floods tear through and erode one’s homeland. They wash away the topsoil and leave in their wake gullies, ditches and silt.   The first impulse— divert the flow off the land, renunciate it, so it won’t cause so much trouble!   But then the Divine...

The Perfect Storm

This guest poem by Michael Hock illustrates how my life feels these days. The Storm Inside Where once it was lightning and thunder cataclysm, the final convulsion that turned my wheel, as if Armageddon catastrophe, must herald the truth my longing has gentled me. Now...