NH's ugly cousin, Franklin
NH’s ugly cousin, Franklin
NH's ugly cousin, Franklin
NH’s ugly cousin, Franklin
NH's ugly cousin, Franklin
NH’s ugly cousin, Franklin

To say it like it is

Life is old here.

The wilderness cascading over nature’s daily toil

The wild within, knock down drag ’em out, villages…

set to a hard black coffee boil.

A cold crispness to the chips on shoulders…

deformities made from illegal necessities.

An ashen cover to the old corn pipe

So many ways to be wicked

So many estranged tin drum liquors.

A slow burn started centuries ago

Caught between the

staple factory,

the tannery,

and

fly by night,

divinities.

Watching the paint dry before posting bail.

This town wears dirty proudly…

under it’s nails.

Familial stories…

spirited souls scalping the skies.

Meat raffles

Babies at the bar

Broken memorials to foreign war dignitaries

Graffiti bridge

Pabst Blue Ribbon in the fridge.

Winters so ruthless you can’t recall the storm before

There are miles left unattended from the farm hands pass

Forgotten souls without a shadow cast.

A lost and found kind of town.

A lost and found kind of town.

Central St., Franklin NH
Central St., Franklin NH
Central St., Franklin NH
Central St., Franklin NH
Central St., Franklin NH
Central St., Franklin NH
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