About A. E. Wallace aka Selkie
Ann Wallace holds a degree from the University of Texas at El Paso in Mass Communications and minored in Creative Writing. She worked at the NBC Affiliate Newschannel9 in El Paso, was a journalist for the El Paso Diocese Catholic Newspaper, held writing workshops with The Tumblewords Project, performed as a Slam Poet and published poetry in small literary magazines. She is now an ex-pat in the UK where she lives, knits, games, works and writes.
Much, much more has happened since those days. Drop me a line a line and let's talk.
Office
Goose cackle theatrics
Thursday
With cups of tea
Business objects
Spreadsheet daze
Putting in a request
And CC the world
Because goodness knows
You are getting shit done
Getting in those steps
Walking to the printer
Just to shove it in your tray
Just in case
Just in case
Just in case
Another day
Outside traffic flows
Workmen work
Moving earth
Building a building
As I sit watching
Office window blinds
Moving in the breeze
A willow tree across the road
Waves at me
Silence
Reprieve
So asleep
As they type and type and type
But I’m awake
Doing nothing.
–AEW
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A light is on.
Felt it glowing,
Through my belly,
Out my fingers.
Even triggers,
Could not darken
This warming light.
Want to tell you
I forgive you.
Want to tell you
I’m still alive.
Want to see you
Inside my light.
But I have plans.
Darkness gone now.
Serenity.
You are loved now.
Infinity.
By AEW
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Deceptively cold
Cold waters
Waters of life
Life gone full circle
Circle of friends
Friends into acquaintance
Acquaintance with the mysterious
Mysterious situations
Situations now open
Open your heart
Heart and soul
Soul mate for hire
Hire a van
Van goes to the lake
Lake deceptively cold.
AEW
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Train Wreck
The train rambles wistfully;
Not that my heart is rattling
as I gaze out blissfully.
I find my soul keeps battling.
Something bright, like ambition,
kept me from being faithful.
It allowed the omission
of what I saw as blameful.
My own truth is absolute;
Your truth could never relate.
I carried on, resolute,
in hope your pain would abate.
Our friendship is tenuous
But better than to strangle
a love that was generous.
Wistfully, will I ramble.
A.E.W.
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Making Waves
Truth is something
You can’t always see.
A stone dropped
In an unconscious ocean,
A letter written
But never sent,
Pigtails mid-bounce
Caught on a jump rope.
Truth is the story told
To the sleeping child,
A shard piercing
Luminiferous ether.
Truth is in the silence between
A husband and wife.
Truth is disappointing lace.
Truth is 16 years.
Beetroot.
Coleslaw.
Tears.
Truth is a noxious gas;
Plague doctors with beak masks.
Truth circles Black holes,
It is dandelion fruits
On the air.
Truth is something you
Won’t
See
Here.
–AEW
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Sunday Summer
Remember that day with us at the park,
When you bought me ice cream
And I traced our initials on tree bark?
Curled up on a tartan blanket, we schemed
Immortal pirates plotting timeless treasure map.
But all was not what it would seem;
The clock ticked on like a timed trap.
You sighed as you laid your head on my lap
Musing on sunlight stealing through leaves on my smile,
Our music the sound of children laughter on a rattletrap.
Your kisses and touch chaste all the while.
The hours languidly flowed into time.
That day is gone but you are still mine.
By AEW
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ADO #4 Love Bite (A Spenserian Sonnet)
The fun of one night,
A once-in-a-lifetime love
Came in the form of a bite,
Or other actions thereof.
What of your bruise, my turtledove,
Now we have been lost to time?
It seems a little sick, sort of,
That the memory was so sublime!
That night we broke a paradigm,
Freed ourselves from reality had been.
We escaped the weak pantomime
With something some would say was sin.
The bruise is healed. It’s all gone;
But our joy from the night lives on and on.
AEW
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ADO #3 – One Soul ( A Petrarchan)
In the shade of a crooked spire
we whisper our divine vows.
Our first gaze did arouse
quiet desire one night did transpire.
No words capture our desire
We love in the time the Universe allows.
Repress fears separation would rouse
had we not set our hearts on fire.
Our love just now is a falling star
racing through the midnight sky;
Serene, remote, bright gold and beautiful.
Any danger seems slight and far.
But no one can see us cry
as we go about our days in dutiful
earthbound lie.
Instead, let us be like a binary star
Unseen but dancing in an eternal sky.
AEW
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Tattoo The Devil
An interesting conversation,
A tattooed Beauty speaking of a Beast;
Of his attention as an aberration,
away from true love to dissipation.
She is far from being a devil!
Her only sin: She did not want to kiss
someone on whom she could never settle
and giving his flirtations a miss.
Oh not branded by tattooist, no!
In fact, the tattooist felt the Beast unkind
to brand the Beauty as a whore
Because who else might he have maligned?
After all, I left him first in tears and curse
Then exposed his duplicity in this verse.
AEW
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