How does before become after? What happens to our dreams? Our disappointments? These stunning poems in Bright Soil, Dark Sun interrogate time and present moments of excavation, of tracing—and sometimes slipping into—the echoes and scars into which we wake each day, “the world and what haunts / beneath it blending in / bitter harmony.” How much of the past—our own or that of others—can we truly understand? And what is the cost of that understanding? Samuel Franklin explores these corporeal labyrinths and lets each poem reveal its own distinct thread. To quote one of his speakers, I am glad “I was there to see its glint.”
– Matthew Woodman, editor of Rabid Oak
Franklin writes with the delicate grace of a contemporary Orpheus. In a world not so much post-modern but post-mythology, staring down the failure of Gods, this collection follows those ordinary people caught halfway between cynicism and hope wondering what happens now. Dexterous and touching, every moment of these poems is a delight or a heartbreak or both.
– Amy Kinsman, author of & and editor of Riggwelter
“Samuel T. Franklin’s poems glimmer like graffiti in streetlight, where the ragged and dispossessed rush and rule. Yet the author makes it easy to believe we are all ghosts “haunting light and shadow.” With guts like Leonard Cohen or Tom Waits, Franklin is filled with a charge to juke, jive, and spill poetry that is accessible, sure, but don’t be fooled; these poems are rendered by a trained ear and tongue.” — Dave Malone, author of View from the North Ten