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 ~...

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...