Francis Rosenfeld : Writing

I See

I See

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


I could buy the story that the world is wicked That mankind is desperate And alone.
Induction

Induction

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


There must be a rip somewhere in the space-time continuum through which a different reality, eerily similar but evidently different seeps through.
We Live to Love

We Live to Love

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


The winds of time push us around, we live to love.
The Garden of Scorn - Everyone Deserves a Name

The Garden of Scorn - Everyone Deserves a Name

A Story by Francis Rosenfeld


An allegory about the evolution of human emotions.
The Miracle

The Miracle

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


What do I know about the world, a lowly human, and why should it matter?
Who

Who

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


Who is to know what the future will hold, the future from here to forever? Who is to say what the fate has in store, the fate that has brought us tog..
Composite

Composite

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


I woke up one day, and I was someone else. Or used to be someone else, it’s hard to tell.