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...

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...
Pears

Pears

bio-1534494_640 Mariela brought us pears to eat in the park. The thought occurred to me to tell her about my grandmother, but the moment passed. Memaw loved pears. I brought them to her as gifts. Sometimes, I remember her knotted fingers curled around the bulbous...