Mark Francis

Joined September 2021

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Bio

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

Achievements (1)

Runner-Up in Quadru-haiku Challenge

Stories (51/0)

Match and Set
as now twelve months pile up, and we both pause to take note of the furnishings–good, bad, neutral– in the conjectural house where we work, sleep, and yes dream so
By Mark Francis6 days ago in Poets
The Tortoise to the Hare
“What if the world ended tomorrow? And you knew it was coming?” “Hmm. That’s not much advance notice.”
By Mark Francis13 days ago in Poets
Solstice Evening
Heaven's marvel, these sunset moments when wan light soaks drily through the air, stains redder rose and flower.
By Mark Francis18 days ago in Poets
Tortured Haikuist. Top Story - June 2024.
what's going on here? grass is green, bushes in bloom as if life matters ocean of blossoms billows a high cherry tide
By Mark Francis25 days ago in Poets
A Natural History
we went and arrived by ancient subway the car loudly rattling through all its steel bones –our much softer ones did the same–
By Mark Francisabout a month ago in Poets
Eclipse: A Meditation
even through this shape-shifting spring– cloudy, bright, mild, full of storms, blooms–could I look once clearly at us and
By Mark Francis2 months ago in Poets
in the event. Top Story - April 2024.
early on we assumed a dragon came to eat the sun light itself threatened by the cosmos in our later enlightenment
By Mark Francis3 months ago in Poets
Gray Fall
Downing news and coffee, hands may shake though there’s really nothing wrong with you at all in needing an alarm clock to awake.
By Mark Francis6 months ago in Poets
Glide
in flats heels or bare you glide in, through, round. dancing our favorite season
By Mark Francis8 months ago in Poets
Sleight of Hand
they asked for ID which he somehow confused with his sperm donor card
By Mark Francis8 months ago in Poets
Old New Question
She said, “You're so cold!” He answered, “Temperature, or analytics?”
By Mark Francis8 months ago in Poets
The Calling Card of the Wild
cat scratched up his chair left tufts in corners, on books-- good he doesn’t clean!
By Mark Francis8 months ago in Poets

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