Sunday, October 09, 2011

Jade Wallace

The Vines

twine upon the wall, garlands
for brick red hair that falls
from the head office

how do you feel about that?

sand skittering across rock with the
sound of
wordless whispering;
but my mother had words for it,
and she said-

let’s talk about you

I’d rather speak of the white
bench, around which the
trees huddled in quiet

why don’t you speak of yourself?

myself, lying
on woven grass,
small egg in a vast nest.
the sky is pearly
curving blue:
I am on the inside
of a seashell

i really think we need to work on developing your sense of self

senses: five:

radar by which
I receive images and
translate the transmissions
into paper logic

same time next week then?

thank you, doctor. 

Jade Wallace is an M.A. student in Social Justice and Equity Studies at Brock University. She currently has two chapbooks available for sale through Grey Borders books ( and has recently been published in (d)ead (g)end(er) magazine (see: She also has two blogs: (her literary blog) and (her silly but serious Star Wars-inspired blog). Also, Jade really likes her new eyeglasses.  

1 comment:

Laurie Wallace said...

Congratulations Jade!
I didn't pick up on this before in your blog.
It reminds me of my visit to a psychiatrist many moons ago, that went about as well.
Love Mom