Once a New England academic, George Franklin now practices law on Miami Beach, teaches writing in Florida state prisons, teaches yoga classes when he’s not taking yoga classes, and stays up late writing poetry. When people ask him what he does, it takes him a minute. His poems have appeared in Salamander, The Ghazal Page, The Threepenny Review, Verse, Matter, Gulf Stream, and Vending Machine Press, and are forthcoming in Sheila-Na-Gig and Rumble Fish Quarterly.
I carry a gun I never want to use, / Talk a lot tougher than I actually am, / But if I had to shoot or kick some ass/ I would in a heartbeat--inmates are scum, /And you can't trust them. They all want something.