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The Man who was Saved

This short poem was written a long time ago. It’s the only prose poem I’ve ever written, and it’s the only poem I’ve written about being saved. That’s why I like it – because all of us want to save and be saved, don’t we?

The man who was saved

by a fire-fighter at the Marriott Hotel on 9/11 was OK before; before he’d never shown anyone any affection and expected none himself but when an unknown man, a stranger, did that to him – saved him, without him asking – he found that something shut away for a long time, so long it might as well have been forever, came out and that’s what has made him into someone who cries each time he watches the news, what has made him alive and weak. He loves being weak.






Interview on Carpinello’s Writing Pages

Just to let you know that I’ve been interviewed by the award-winning U.S. middle grade fantasy writer, Cheryl Carpinello, over on her blog – Carpinello’s Writing Pages. Click here to read it:


Hands Full Mama blog – review of The City of Light

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Just received a very nice review of The City of Light from Maureen, a Massachusetts book reviewer, on her Hands Full Mama blog. Here’s an excerpt:

“This was a lovely book. I loved the way that Indian culture, religion, and mythology was incorporated into the plot. Griffin’s descriptions of Kashi are vivid and realistic. I also liked the mystery element; Lizzie begins to suspect that someone else is using the portal – for sinister reasons. She isn’t sure who she can trust – and who she should suspect… This is an exciting story, and even readers who have moved on to “Young Adult” books might enjoy this book. I am looking forward to Lizzie’s next adventure!”

Like getting another Christmas present…

If you want to read the full review – and perhaps subscribe to Maureen’s excellent blog – you can do so here:

The City of Light (Secret of the Tirthas) by Steve Griffin

Snowflakes Under The Microscope


Snowflakes Under The Microscope

When it was minus thirty he traipsed Alaska
the Upper Michigan Peninsula
dark Sierra Nevada
searching for the perfect flake.
Bemused Yooper loggers asked
if he ever saw two the same.

He developed a photo-microscope
to show the world
the split and sectored plate,
the rimed crystal,
fernlike stellar dendrite –

all captured in oily-blue,
refracted light.

The six-petal primrose in the midst
of a twelve-branched star
cut his heart.

There was not one light-washed flake
that wasn’t perfect –

a micro-blueprint
for a place of worship.


Photo by Chelle, Morgue File

If you want to see the exquisite photos that inspired this poem, check out