Poetry
Bullet in His Head
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...
Rilke
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...
Forget About It
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...
Parisian Photo Booth
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...
Bleached Blonde Beehive
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...
Almost Rimbaud
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...