A poem inspired by a prompt on the Poetry Threads section
of META’s social chat app to write about something worn
smooth over time
St. Joseph’s foot, the top worn down by centuries
of men struggling with fatherhood, with marriage —
I imagine my grandfather, a devotee of St Jude
whose shrine Our Lady of Guadalupe houses,
right hand on that idealized father and husband’s
left foot, praying for the son who would never come
to his house of daughters and elderly spinster sisters
— Mark A Folse
Worry Worn
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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