Poetry Series – Bridges

Y’all. I’m salty.  There’s an aching in my bones longing for the water below. This bridge is nice and all but.. I wonder if it’s time to go. Bridges I imagine –When a bridge breaks.It doesn’t happen all at once.Seasons weather at the foundation with no bother of tending.Support crumbles under the weight of aContinue reading “Poetry Series – Bridges”

Poetry Series – Collapse

I’m not sure this is what I pictured when they said “London Bridge is falling down”.  Something told me bridges didn’t truly collapse.  That they are strong enough, sturdy enough, always well maintained points of connection. I didn’t think we’d drop out of touch, just like that – falling arms.  Maybe I didn’t think aheadContinue reading “Poetry Series – Collapse”