Mark Francis

Joined September 2021

86 stories

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

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now
undulations churn up wide eyes, heart, splitting lungs breath all wave and sky
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
up steps
i stumble your steps feel the clouds of centuries a moment of breath
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
uphill
i'm mountained out... right? no more peaks from me: nada. slide remainder slopes
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
in the mountains
to some, just a mound others--Mohammed's, Buddha's. marvels may vary
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
Giza
such proud fake mountains tired sand-scarred blocks still hoarding lost lives, high and low
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
possible
path to Cold Mountain is passable, possible but hard to follow
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
mountain journey
in a long retreat from what's always called the world-- slopes pines rocks snow peak
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
green hopes
snowed evergreens: spears at attention, distraction up resistant slopes
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
peak
a peak just rises doesn’t care for power games or play human blips
By Mark Francis3 years ago in Poets
Cold Mountain
so cold the mountain but with hoard of fire beneath: sense that glacier flip?
By Mark Francis3 years 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 Francis4 years ago in Fiction
after the long parades
after the long parades we watched quiet sweepers take their tired brushes to confetti bottles, wrappers
By Mark Francis4 years ago in Poets