George Franklin practices law in Miami and teaches writing workshops in Florida state prisons. His poems have appeared in Salamander, The Wild Word, B O D Y, Matter, Scalawag, Gulf Stream, Rascal, Amsterdam Quarterly, Twyckenham Notes, The Threepenny Review, Cagibi, armarolla, and elsewhere. A bi-lingual edition of his poems, with Spanish translations by Ximena Gomez, was recently published by Katakana Editores.

Books by George Franklin:

Other poems on the web by George Franklin:
Three poems
"Letting Go"
"Speaking of Love"
Four poems
Two poems
"The Way It Is Now"
Two poems
"Origami"

George Franklin's Website.

About Traveling for No Good Reason:

"Are we compelled to travel for a reason? What is memory but nothing more than our own way to travel in time? George Franklin shows us, just like Cavafy in 'Ithaca,' that the purpose of wandering from one place or era to another is not the destinations, but the roads we build between them that give meaning to our lives. In Traveling for No Good Reason, you will encounter cyclops, the stars' secret motivations, Goya, ancient Chinese poets, and Greeks, but most of all, you will relive the author's experiences (and I dare say, even your own) through the looking glass that only poetry can offer to daily life."
—Omar Villasana Cardoza

"I found the work of George Franklin in the purest manner: I kept stumbling upon his precise and poignant poems in the small press and was utterly moved. Franklin has traveled widely and loved hard. His range is enormous and lyrical: portraits of prisons, men on the street in Miami, the weather in Venice; he evokes San Juan de La Cruz, Cavafy, Nietzsche and Goya. He provokes us to see 'the sobbing and the wounds/ too small to notice.' Franklin has a masterful sense of when to be literary and when to let it go. He is metaphysical at times. He gives us poems of Jewishness, of aging and loss 'at a certain age' when friends begin to die. Sadness, he writes, offers us her scarf. These are poems of a life lived long. The kind of poems we need, especially, if we 'Find ourselves awake at one in the morning, / Wondering if anyone misses us, or worse.'"
—Sean Thomas Dougherty