My poem "Mid-breath, a Question," is in Issue 8 of Tiny Spoon. Mid-breath, a Question Like that time we went driving past moonrise along black backroads and the cornflats sprawled like silver oceans while summer’s skirling nightbug chorus howled around in our truck and deer appeared like eldritch totems roadside in our blazing trucklights and … Continue reading Poem: “Mid-breath, a Question” in Tiny Spoon
My poem "Questions, Answers" is included in Issue 8 of Tiny Spoon. Questions, Answers O restless midnight, what happens when the moon bends her wrists and braids silver mist through the trees? When the moon bends her wrists and braids silver mist through the trees, I grow like switchgrassand stretch out my hands to feel … Continue reading Poem: “Questions, Answers” in Tiny Spoon
The following was included in the print-only issue of Modern Haiku, Volume 52.2, Summer 2021. Snowy branchold skinon my bones
Collin Cooper recently interviewed me for his blog, Philosophical Rambler. Head over to his blog to read a little about my reaction to my first book being published, how I first became interested in poetry, and the recipe for the perfect sandwich (not joking--it's a great recipe). https://philosophicalrambler.com/an-interview-with-samuel-t-franklin/
My 2019 book of poetry, Bright Soil, Dark Sun, has kindly been listed on Third Wednesday's list of contributor publications. Third Wednesday, based out of Michigan, has been a great asset to emerging and established poets for over a decade. If you haven't checked them out, please do. My listing can be found here, and … Continue reading Bright Soil, Dark Sun: Listed on Third Wednesday
These two poems were recently published here in Willawaw Journal, Issue 11. We Return to the Forest Plagues of minivans descend like locustsupon the blighted forests. Barefoot folk,wearing thistles in their tangled hairand chewing dandelion weeds, tuck geodesinto their flannel for luck. In dark thickets,deer nuzzle pine needles, nervously worryingabout mass shooters at the farmer’s … Continue reading Poems: We Return to the Forest. In the Dark Field.
You are lost, adrift in the vast, blue immensity of the sea. Greenblack thunderheads are gathering on the horizon, and already gargantuan waves are ramming the sides of your creaking wooden ship. There are faint crags in the distance, unknown mountains of a strange land where monsters might wait with unknown horrors. All you want … Continue reading Driving the Wine-Dark Roads: Robert Wynne’s “Self-Portrait As Odysseus”
In Noticing Eden, Marjory Heath Wentworth walks you out to a far spit of dark South Carolina beach, where the red morning sun will set the whole ocean ablaze when it rises. But the sun hasn't risen yet. It's still dark, and she wants you to listen to the sweet hymn of ocean wind that … Continue reading The (Im)possibility of Paradise: Marjory Heath Wentworth’s “Noticing Eden”