Gillian Wallace

Lying in Bed in the Morning

The honourable mention in our 2012 poetry contest, judged by Miranda Pearson. There is the crosscutting of twigs, the bulge of red buds carving sky into fragments of grey waiting, molecules of paint melded by winter’s cold on a window frame that won’t open to spring’s...

Learning to Unfurl

Every time she breathes the muscle hisses, a sharpness of tissue refusing its shape. No position is comfortable, all hold the weight pressing her shoulder onto the bed. Still she lies there, counting on her breath to draw her into the present, fluttering up to the...