Francine Walls

She was the best mom. In hard times, she’d put a Bible under my pillow so words of comfort mingled with my dreams. (Fear not, for I bring...

we must find a new home. Five billion years  — the earth falls into the sun’s embrace and will not let her go. Our species needs five...

brown and gaunt, remember they are beautiful, first in the golden slant of the morning light then soon, from within themselves, the...

The shrine within me. Dew on the blades of grass shines on my dream lake. A feather drifts by, aimless wanderer stop here. Oh, it is a...

the dead must be washed, every part, to stand before God clean. Hands bound, feet bound, the child lies on the ground, the skull too big...