Unborn Again

by Steven A. Griffin

It's Saturday night after curfew, the bars are all closed, you're awake, lonely and dry--the dark is too dark and the light blinds; no, wait, it's the world according to S.A. Griffin. First, he's dealing you savvy urban pathos from the bottom of a beer-stained deck. Then he's beefing it up with homages to that Chinaski dude. Then he's steeping you in the raunchiest need you'll ever want to ponder, or tickling your innards so hard you're wet with laughter. Moments seize you like the eyes of a desperate dreamer. Like the man says, "Oh beautiful nowhere-welcome..." -- Wanda Coleman

128 pages, Paperback

First published March 1, 2001