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 heâ€™d never shown anyone any affection and expected none himself but when an unknown man, a stranger, did that to him â€“ saved him, without him asking â€“ he found that something shut away for a long time, so long it might as well have been forever, came out and thatâ€™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.
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. Griffinâ€™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 isnâ€™t sure who she can trust – and who she should suspect… This is an exciting story, and even readers who have moved on to â€œYoung Adultâ€ books might enjoy this book. I am looking forward to Lizzieâ€™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: