Glendal Wallace -Poet and Author

March 27, 2026April 16, 2026

MY NEW BOOK IS HERE- Signed copies are available!

Hi Everyone,

I am thrilled…and wanted to share the exciting news with you that my new poetry book, The Words We Wear is now here! Signed copies are available and ready to ship. You are able to receive your signed copy directly from me: Zelle- use 5733568282. CashApp- use $GlendalWallace. Chime– use 5733568282. No need to bother Mr. Amazon. $20-book price plus 4.47 shipping.

Email: glendal.wallace@gmail.com for information on receiving your new copy!

March 8, 2026March 27, 2026

Be a Friend

In times of need, struggle, despair and yes hopelessness, we can always use a friend or be a friend. This month I implore you to reach out to someone, anyone…a dear one, a near one. BE A FRIEND. Here is a poem I wrote for a dear friend.

WHEN I THINK ABOUT US

When I think about us I smile with thanks

and beam with glee to see God’s work

on you and me…our precious talks

our daily chats memories about this

news about that

though time has brought much change indeed

we must respond in time of need

When I think about us I lift my legs

to run and dance who would’ve thought

that time and chance could teach the lessons

we both have learned

‘been through the fire and not get burned

my hands begin to joyfully raise

I know God turns heartache to praise

that’s what I know for sure to be

When I think about us –

just you and me.

©Glendal Wallace 2026

February 6, 2026February 8, 2026

WHERE IS OUR HEALING STATION

February traditionally focuses on themes of love and happiness. However, as a connection to the unerring power of love, I choose to compassionately validate the hurt that many people are feeling at this time.

People are hurting hurting across the land hurting all over their bodies deep in their souls they hurt for a moment they hurt for a lifetime they hurt for a loved one they hurt for a friend

yes, they are hurt hurt by a past oppressed by a present devastated by a future yes, they are hurt

hurt by race by sex by lies by greed they are imprisoned by the streets by the church by lifestyle by beliefs

yes, they are hurt by loss by rage by fear by pain

yes, they are hurt the hurt is small the hurt is tremendous it wears a mask it wears a grin it harms our children it grieves our elders destroys our nation it promises much gain but brings great loss the hurt is silent the hurt shrieks with pain when will it stop how can it stop when does it end where is our healing station?

January 4, 2026

Begin With Self-Compassion

I will look within…

Yes. I will go within. Where my best self lives where

my haven of affirmation lies nestled among lush waters and

breezy palm trees that sag with abundance from date-filled

sweetness. High above the grandness of canyons and

shadows of red rock mountain vistas where evening

nights wrap my worries in warm pashminas and

luscious tea that glistens in the backdrop of

dazzling desert colors.

December 11, 2025

Imagine a World

Christmas and the holiday season is traditionally seen as a time of “peace on earth…goodwill…” Can we truly imagine a season right now where there is peace in all our lands, peace in all our streets, peace in all our hearts? Look around our world: there is war in Ukraine, war in the Middle East, war in the African fields of Sudan, Nigeria, the Congo and yes, unrest in the streets of many American cities. Yet, let us imagine a world of peace for our children who will inherit this land when we are gone.

Imagine a world guided by a finely handled nib etching calligraphic splendor on the tablets of hearts transforming uncertainties pain unwanted debris into clarity healing cleansing, like an unerring balm soothing our homes our land our minds cleansing our lens through which we see humanity.

Let it come, let it heal.