Francis Rosenfeld : Writing

The Dreaming

The Dreaming

A Story by Francis Rosenfeld


Last night I dreamt of Australia again. I was a young girl with dark eyes and sun kissed skin, barely out of my childhood, riding through the Outbac..
On Being Here

On Being Here

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


On being here, on living here, on being lived by me: One for the stone, two for the wind, three for the perfect sea Four for the love, five for the ..
Memory

Memory

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


From my new collection of poetry Don't Look Down
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..
Being Nobody

Being Nobody

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


There’s no point in searching, is what I was taught, for other kind souls to befriend; there’s no one to save you, you’re all that..
Chat

Chat

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


Are you there God? It’s me, Francis. Yes, dear, I am here, like the last time you called, and the time before that, and the time before ..
Deadweight

Deadweight

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


Poem
At Ease

At Ease

A Poem by Francis Rosenfeld


I don’t feed ambitions, I don’t have regrets, I don’t wish I were something other I celebrate life as it flows through my veins..