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Author Archives: Francine Walls
Denial
That slip of the mind 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 her As if it were a … Continue reading
Scarcity
Two sets of them: thieves in the neighborhood at 2 A.M. Thieves testing every door looking for unlocked cars, sheds, basements, things left outside, things unattended looking for the slip-ups, the mistakes looking for the careless, the forgetful, the unaware, … Continue reading
New Year’s Eve
A cake her father bought her mother – always on the frosting the shape of a clock with the hand five minutes to midnight for the New Year’s Eve birthday gal, happy in their dancing celebrating then, even now … Continue reading
Every living thing
Every living thing.
Jack London’s Beauty Ranch, Glen Ellen, Sonoma Mountain
Once, in the garden of Jack London’s home, I sat so still thinking of him that a wren landed on my head thinking I was a statue, perhaps, a place to stand and survey the land for his kind of … Continue reading
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In the dream
There is no end to the darkness above my face – the darkness, moonless and without stars. Below me, a small mound of palest light fits stark and clean on the root of night. No movement sensed in the silence, … Continue reading
Childhood
The Ice-Cream Man in the little truck playing “Bicycle Built for Two” speeds up as I run out of my house wallet in hand with ice-cream on my mind. No, really … with chocolate on my mind. not the good … Continue reading
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InterPlay Journal, Friday morning May 30, 2014
Krista was the InterPlay Leader for the morning. She had just returned from Paris and Provence so we did “walk, stop, runs” to French music and listened to Krista faking a French accent much to our pleasure. Krista had us … Continue reading
At the Poetry Festival
The drums come from the back of the band the rhythm Jamaican the poet drifts to the microphone: “I killed a cowboy today I didn’t mean it.” We, the audience, shift over-hot in the room but pliant leaning into the … Continue reading
Wing Span
In this sweet curve of time we fly south, over the up-lifted earth of the Sierra Nevadas, gray-green forests brown where fire touched the stretching earth, catchments of smooth blue water, patches of snow cast like manna on the peaks. … Continue reading
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