Burning Bridges

“When we are 64,” we laughed,in a smoke-filled room with Beatles playing“We’ll meet to listen to Rolling Stonespuff a doobie and share our stories.” Now that birthday has passed after decades apart,our stories lived out across hundreds of miles Linda never made it; unable to need Paul or feed Paul when he was 64*We didn’t … More Burning Bridges

Burning the Old Year*

Not much paper to feed the flamenot much writing went ontime spent instead on memorial servicesdifficult sympathy cards to send Days lost without meditationcrackle with spiritual neglectleaving me more isolatedless intentionally loving But new days are dawningnot all bridges burnedeven some newly spanningacross dark chasms of last year *Poem inspired by Naomi Shihab Nye’s poem … More Burning the Old Year*