Glangel
by Shannon Wallace
My hands are washed. The scent of pomegranate lingers from the kool-aid red soap. I touch my husband’s desk, thick and syrupy with vape-residue and cheeto dust.
An emaciated woman wearing a plague doctor mask and two wings made of white latex gloves looms over me. Her presence made itself known as her gloves, soft and without warmth nor cold, brush past my shoulders. A guardian angel that has nothing to guard — as I won’t be going anywhere. I won’t come or go. This works for us, as she can’t really fly.
Shannon Wallace (Buchalski) is stationed near on tkaronto as an artist, poet, occasional playwright and a loving critic. She doesn’t like talking about her sexuality or chronic pain/mentality overtly yet it may be in the media. Her art has been exhibited in Canada, the United States, Germany, and South Korea, including at Propeller Art Gallery, Visual Arts Mississauga, CICA Museum, the Kolaj Institute, and The Wrong Biennale. She authored the haiku chapbook Mossy Alley (2025), and remains committed to trying to find the presence of the world in written and drawn forms.
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