Tell Me How You Got Here
Emily Franklin’s Tell Me How You Got Here is rich with the objects of this world—a stray sneaker on the highway, a garage-sale skillet, “damp frogs small as grapes”—ordinary things and situations revealed as extraordinary, thanks to her original vision and precise language. That most overworked and least understood muscle, the human heart, is the great filter through which these objects pass and accrue their startling beauty. At the end of the book, Franklin returns us to the world, and returns the world to us, redeemed. What more could we ask for from poetry?
—Beth Ann Fennelly, Poet Laureate of Mississippi, 2016-2020