my ghosts

my ghosts are tissuesand slips of papertucked into bookshalf-readundigestedlike a mealI was too fullto finishThe morselsrotting, dustyon shelveswaiting for meto returnMy ghostsare waitingfor meto return Shannon M. Turnerpreviously unpublishedunknown time written ~...

You Learn Something New

Put pen to paperLean in for a kissStrike egg against countertopYou learn something new Train rolls down trackStep on a crackStumble in a dance moveYou learn something new Stand at the kitchen sinkRub foot against ankleDream of ocean tides, hands in sudsYou learn...

Armistice

Slowly, slowlymy days are movingtoward whatI want them to besoon, that tablewhich causes megriefbecause it reminds me of my fatherwill be gone I will arise at dawnand put on a pot of soupstretch my limbslike a plant unfurlingin the light of the window,surround...