Griffin SmithThe Yard-Worker’s HandsThe yard-worker’s hands rough cut and stained green the valiant scent of gasoline Nails scratched and blackedAug 13Aug 13
Griffin SmithA Young Husband’s PsalmI’m sorry I need to pick fights I’m sorry I can’t sleep at night unless I’ve thrown a few word punches or blown something out proportion…Feb 11, 2023Feb 11, 2023
Griffin SmithGlows at the EdgesMay 25th, 2002 Brandon Hansen is a champ on the blacktop today. Bloodied and chewed up, skinned on both knees; A martyr for justice, a hero…Jan 26, 2023Jan 26, 2023
Griffin SmithThe Romance of an AmnesiacI cannot write a poem about Love. I can tell you platitudes. I can make gestures with flowery words. But I can’t put it in a bottle for…Jan 17, 2023Jan 17, 2023
Griffin Smith‘On Simulation’I watch the film, I witness the stageplay, and I see these actors — each in his own way — Lifting and bearing the weight his Part: the…Sep 13, 2022Sep 13, 2022
Griffin Smith‘The Death and Assumption of Saint Uncle Ben’ — Caravaggio, 2022. Digital ink.This is a short examination about the concept of ‘worth’ and ‘artistic value.’ For the sake of expediency, I’m going to set up a contrast…Sep 7, 20221Sep 7, 20221
Griffin SmithHeathcliff, it’s Cathy….It’s hard to weigh in on something like The Affairs of the Day and not feel dwarfed by the tidal wave of commentary and meta-commentary…Jun 6, 2022Jun 6, 2022
Griffin SmithOn Nihilism and IndecisionCould anything represent the austerity and reluctance of my desire, the frustrating lack of focus, the drive to want to do something…Jun 6, 2022Jun 6, 2022
Griffin SmithAnthem for Annihilation, or ‘The Dawn of New Atlantis’Allegro con motoJun 5, 2022Jun 5, 2022
