Francine Walls

all the contemplation a meditation within all turned inward, a divina lectio. She said, everything we do must be spiritual, bloom with...

a woman straightens the chair on the patio outside her room. Her Easter lily, parched, sits untended, one bloom left. As I pass she says,...

His scent lingers near his bedroom door, I sniff the air – a startled deer – then feel his absence in the molted room. #DeathValley...

I am turned to ash I want you knowing that I hear your footfalls in the ancient forest, the scream of hawks, the water crazy-mad flowing...

That momentary disengagement Like the clutch in the old Dodge I think: I have to get a message to her Then: how can I get a message to...

Every living thing. #desert #love #water

You have said your good-byes like prayers, used to the words on your lips; your child has the shape of your eyes, but the shade of...

tosses off colors, swirling, a flutterance – no thought of loss or want or farewell, brilliance for a shilling or a dime or naught...

The cherry trees shake out their fullness the buds all in bloom now absorbing the sound of the blue day. The photographer must be quick...