Laundry Day

yet another daywastedbest intentionsslipped out through the endsof my fingersthe floor is cleanand the clothes put awaybut thoughts &aspirationsgo floating out through the etheras I lay herewaiting for the spirit to movefor the light to pierce through my eyelids I...

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 ~...