Mark Francis

Joined September 2021

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Published translator and original writer of haiku, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.

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The Telling
my fortune: coined, cupped, cut and burned by your damned cards. deal me one again
By Mark Francis16 days ago in Poets
within the elements
hatchlings hack air, cry out their blank tears, fire-bellies: nest well above ground
By Mark Francis21 days ago in Poets
due course
fire over water puffing, proud "Anthropocene" might bury itself
By Mark Francis21 days ago in Poets
rule of four
newborn gasps. child suns lovers splash. go back to ground
By Mark Francis21 days ago in Poets
Whose dream is it now?
who would have known that sleep leads to such labyrinths? OK: Coleridge, Poe, Mary Shelley, Goya– they all sure did.
By Mark Francisabout a month ago in Poets
so chill
those puddles were chill with frost where our Russian Blue faked his first ice-bath
By Mark Francis2 months ago in Poets
sojourner
beyond fresh snowfall one edge of cloud breaks off, heads south over blue dunes
By Mark Francis2 months ago in Poets
A question
leaves crumpling to dust does bluebird now confuse them with the crumbs we toss?
By Mark Francis2 months ago in Poets
Midnight lines
moon pearls to pure white as though rescuing starlight from deep oyster night
By Mark Francis2 months ago in Poets
now
undulations churn up wide eyes, heart, splitting lungs breath all wave and sky
By Mark Francis2 months ago in Poets
up steps
i stumble your steps feel the clouds of centuries a moment of breath
By Mark Francis3 months ago in Poets
uphill
i'm mountained out... right? no more peaks from me: nada. slide remainder slopes
By Mark Francis3 months ago in Poets

Mark Francis

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The Telling

within the elements

due course

rule of four

Whose dream is it now?

so chill

sojourner

A question

Midnight lines

now

up steps

uphill

Stories (23/0)