"Burning the Old Year" by Naomi Shihab Nye:Letters swallow themselves in seconds. Notes friends tied to the doorknob, transparent scarlet paper, sizzle like moth wings, marry the air. So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling flame of days, so little is a stone. Where there was something and… Continue reading Should Old Acquaintance Be Forgot?