I started working in the pharma industry in early 2020, just as the pandemic was beginning. The facility where I was employed was located a convenient 2-minute drive away and was a major hub of COVID-19 vaccine R/D and manufacturing. I'm still in the industry, and while I'm no longer at that particular facility, my … Continue reading Poem: Rising Steam
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Poem: There is Sunlight, There is Wind
I We begin as vegetables, climbing up from seeds like pumpkin vines atop the wooden garden trellis. All winter we’ve waited, tubers in the frozen earth, dreaming of leeks and apples, the breeze in the flowering pear. II There is an acorn within me, skipping madly between my ribs. O once I was wild grass, … Continue reading Poem: There is Sunlight, There is Wind
Poem: Band Practice at the Park
The pipers droned to a stop and I rolled my drum to silence when the rain came blustering over the treeline like a swarm of electric wasps jittering madly against the shelter’s tin roof so overwhelming a piper struck up a tune again but the pipe’s sound was drowned in the howl around us ancient … Continue reading Poem: Band Practice at the Park
Poem. Sisyphus at the Summit
This was originally published in Issue 7 of Riggwelter way back in 2018. Sisyphus at the Summit The boulder crumbled eons ago--even the gods can't defy erosion. This is the question that rolledlike a dark ocean behind his eyes: what happens when the Almighty's will is bested by mere physics? Mortals weren't supposed to reach … Continue reading Poem. Sisyphus at the Summit
TINY TALKS WITH SAMUEL T. FRANKLIN
The good folks over at Tiny Spoon have a great blog series called Tiny Talks, in which they interview recent contributors and ask thoughtful questions. My own Tiny Talk is up this week. Check it out to learn about the terrifying oak tree in my back yard and other good stuff.
Poem: “Mid-breath, a Question” in Tiny Spoon
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
Poem: “Questions, Answers” 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
Q&A With Collin Cooper
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/
Bright Soil, Dark Sun: Listed on Third Wednesday
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
Poems: We Return to the Forest. In the Dark Field.
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.
Samuel T Franklin 