Prose Poems: A Foray
2024--nearly down and out
#1 Seasons
Laughably, I find that April is not cruel, except to my roof. No, February is the one does the nasty: thin limbo between white and green, death and life. My damned birthmonth.
#2 To My Sweet
We lived as though in a milder version of Sophie’s Choice.
#3 Thanksgiving
The family, in the old extended sense, has included the not atypical gamut from quasi-criminal to near aristocrat. The domestic register is at once sparse and dense. In foreign lands, records run much more clear. By this is meant a concretely documented range of colonizers, traders, soldiers, grave-robbers, and tenured historians.
#4 Le Chat
The cat must have escaped, from either human or animal violence. Assumed it was just hungry; not seeking to rest in peace.
#5 Democracy
Some say, it’s giving everyone a voice. Others, to everyone a gun. Most accept, noting rational exceptions, giving all a vote.
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Mark Francis
Published translator of verse and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.
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Lots of food for thought in your piece! I liked it❣️