Author Archives: bobgriffith

            I am a property owner in this place. It’s a humongous sprawling suburb in the global village, a hernia of history ballooning out of World War II.  Its mailboxes are now being stuffed with letters from the AARP, the … Continue reading →

Today I turn 71. I’m afraid it’s a hard 71, too – I have not done my longevity any favors in the past, and it is not kindly disposed toward my future. One of the things I have noted fading … Continue reading →

In the disappearance of my friend Louis’s blog at Ralston Creek Review (the result of a combination of an infestation of scam and phish bots and perhaps the simple fact that it has accomplished its purpose) I have decided to … Continue reading →

The  Pratyeka’s Garden   Preface Mining the Tropes of Our Lives there we were again, inside, drawn down the narrow shaft of perspective past mind’s open maw into the pit of coal and diamonds where the empty ache of eons … Continue reading →

The Common Clay, the Ephemeral Dust             My name is the name of my father. In 1948 I was the first born child and grandchild of my family. I had a Siddartha-like childhood. I was the son of a prince … Continue reading →

PROFOUND GRIEF A Love Story AUTHOR’S NOTE Profound grief is as unique as the person experiencing it. I have as a consequence written this only for myself. I am a grieving, bereaved person who shared a profound love with a … Continue reading →