Francine Marie Tolf

We touch one another with defter fingers at night. Rain sounds different, its steady falling…

I will praise my failures. I will praise What I have not accomplished and do…

You know from their deeply grooved bark they hold marvelous stories. They are taller than…

Like King David, they have drunk the wine of astonishment. Mouths open wide, they lean…

At fifty-three, I sometimes feel a subtle but irreversible sadness seeping into my blood. I…

I am tired of my dreams’ dark interiors and the family ghosts who inhabit them.…