Poems from rnturnbull
You were eighteen years old,
when you received a letter
beckoning you to enter
into a world
previously unimaginable.
You were born to...
Dusk was ushering the sunlight out from under my feet
as my face met the west sunset.
My fingernails clicked against the thin iron nails...
Along with the Thespians and the Thieving
Traveled the Thinker, boisterously singing
Songs with the lot of them, stopping only
To laugh at...