shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare


Shannon Joy Wazny lives in a city in the middle of Canada where the seasons and nature demand attention. She has become a quiet person who writes. Shannon enjoys reading her poetry both in person and online in a virtual world. She is grateful to all those who inspire and amuse her. Shannon has been previously published in The Fib Review and in the Shot Glass Journal for which she received a Pushcart nomination.

Shannon Joy Wazny

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we watched the whitecoats
gather like carolers
they opened their mouths in unison
pebbles spew from their mouths from height
malignant stone words
as we perched on our glass lives
tensed, expecting to shatter
the world head over heels

the butterflies in our stomach
almost drowned out the words
the pronouncement of the whitecoats
flickering fluorescents
left us weak in the knees
the grey day outside
looked decidedly blue
How can these numbered days end?