by Mary Shanley | Aug 23, 2022 | Fast Talk and Glowing Air, Literary Publications, Uncategorized
Bullet in His Head by Mary Shanley He walked around for thirty five years with a bullet in his head. When he was informed about the projectile, after a CAT scan, he laughed it off. Said it must have happened when he was crazy on drugs. Said it must have... 
by Mary Shanley | Apr 23, 2022 | Fast Talk and Glowing Air, Literary Publications, Uncategorized
Rilke by Mary Shanley Rainer continuously rearranged himself. As he shed layers of historical definition he eventually received glimpses of the beauty of his inner world and his larger connection to life. Though he was surely blessed, his evolution and inevitable... 
by Mary Shanley | Feb 23, 2022 | Fast Talk and Glowing Air, Literary Publications, Uncategorized
Forget about It by Mary Shanley I feel this burning under my left armpit and begin to worry that the chemicals in my deodorant are causing cancer. I wonder how much longer I have until I begin to waste away? But then I forget about it and head... by Mary Shanley | Jan 23, 2022 | Fast Talk and Glowing Air, Literary Publications, Uncategorized
Parisian Photo Booth by Mary Shanley In the metro station, she was playing a saw like it was a cello. She used a wire hanger as a bow. It sounded like a Theremin. The photo booth was just feet away. Lisa and I crammed into the single space and popped Euros into... 
by Mary Shanley | May 23, 2021 | Hobo Code Poems, Literary Publications, Uncategorized
Bleached Blonde Beehive by Mary Shanley a short order cook makes small talk with the waitress while waiting for exactly the right moment to flip two eggs over easy and serve ‘em up with bacon to his favorite lady customer who sings along with the jukebox as she taps... 
by Mary Shanley | Aug 23, 2020 | Poems for Faces, Uncategorized
Almost Rhimbaud by Mary Shanley I live in the pulse of unconscious patterns. My civilized mind remains incapable of interpreting the illuminated life I experience outside the limits of ordinary consciousness. Today, I am an ancient soul. Periodically...