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Francine Walls
NOVELIST & POET


Mom (for Bethany)
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...


Migration
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...


Transformation
You are trapped in the gyre, drifting in the ocean without oxygen in a mass the size of Texas. You can escape. Lean close. You must throw...
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