Mark Francis
Bio
Published translator of verse and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.
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Stories (46/0)
possible
path to Cold Mountain is passable, possible but hard to follow
By Mark Francisabout a year ago in Poets
peak
a peak just rises doesn’t care for power games or play human blips
By Mark Francisabout a year ago in Poets
On Another Side of the Sun
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. In fact–nobody can hear anything, in the vacuum of space. It’s only by means of our bubble conduits, by which I mean our atmospheres, planetary or portable, in them and between them, that we can communicate over fragile lines.
By Mark Francis2 years ago in Fiction
In the Woods
"The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window." So the not so old man began, sipping at hot ginger tea, slapping unseen mosquitoes, before elaborating: “The candle flame was blue, shifting as sea waters, bright like Venus at sunrise. The few who witnessed it could not understand what it might have meant.”
By Mark Francis2 years ago in Fiction