Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
Lawrence Ferlinghetti is Dead, Long Live Lawrence Ferlinghetti! Howling Allen Ginsberg got shot out of history’s atomic canon and never stopped flying Ferlinghetti prints the poem as news hysterical naked and gets busted for publishing obscene odes the law fought Continue reading Lawrence Ferlinghetti is Dead, Long Live Lawrence Ferlinghetti! by S.A. Griffin→
The Pledge of a Grievance I pledge a grievance to the flag of the United States of Reality Show and to the profit margin for which it stands on one knee under siege invisible and divided with no civil liberty Continue reading The Pledge of a Grievance by S.A. Griffin→
St. Patrick’s Day 2020 “I believe in the love, it is all that we have.” — Scott Wannberg It’s here, the virus that eats old people, and yesterday I hit 66. Never thought this old flesh could be so appealing. Continue reading St. Patrick’s Day 2020 by S.A. Griffin→
The Grand Old Party the Star Spangled Banner is playing so loudly that nobody at the party can hear Lady Liberty’s muffled screams coming from inside the Lincoln Bedroom flat on her back Liberty is doing all that she can Continue reading The Grand Old Party by S.A. Griffin→
American Crisis the harder the conflict the more glorious the triumph to bind us all with unlimited power and we have none to blame but ourselves a ravage superstition in secret opinion to avoid every decent method which wisdom could Continue reading American Crisis by S.A. Griffin→
Fake Intelligence One trip across the dance floor. One life per customer at the general store. One imperfect moment in perfect time. One dream. One love. One world. One word: Resist. S.A. Griffin / Photo by Mark Hanauer S.A. Griffin. Continue reading Fake Intelligence by S.A. Griffin→
S.A. Griffin lives, loves and works in the City of Angels. Married to distractions, a smart and beautiful librarian from New Jersey and his life among the mad creatives all give him reasons to live. He drives too fast when Continue reading Finnegans Wake by S.A. Griffin→
American Carnage Sherman’s ghost leads a scorched earth campaign to the sea using the Constitution to set countless fires Trump grabs Lady Liberty’s pussy, “It’s HUGE,” he says of himself fiddling as Washington burns an ungovernable bonfire of conceits Liberty Continue reading American Carnage by S.A. Griffin→
The Streets of Los Angeles here, tonight in this, the 2nd largest city in America a strange peace rocks these urban canyons there are no magnificent fireworks to scratch the sky with celebration no uplifting fanfare to name our revolutionary Continue reading The Streets of Los Angeles by S.A. Griffin→
The photo was taken by Casey Rearick, just outside of E. Liverpool, OH. (L-R) John Dorsey, S.A. Griffin, Mark Hartenbach Appalachian Orpheus Ascending for Mark Hartenbach Marko is a left-handed rock weeping his dream of consciousness with sonic saxophones tuned Continue reading Appalachian Orpheus Ascending by S.A. Griffin→