Author Archives: Richie Smith

On My Pediatrician

From the Writer’s Journal 5/16/83

I dream of my pediatrician, Dr. King. He sees me ten years after he has last given me a checkup. I am an adult, but Dr. King still cares about my health. He cares about my health because he has watched me grow.  He has seen me from just past infancy, to just past adolescence.

Dr. King touches me tenderly. He sees a mark on my body that bothers him.

He is concerned.

I dream of Dr. King because I want to be just like him. I want to be a physician, but I also want to be a kid.

Dr. King knows of my struggle. He knows of my existence.

Dr. King is a doctor who cares.

Where is Yo Rupture?

Pressure down there. Inside wants out. Bulges eventually break through. It was Andy told me about this one. Saw man with an aneurysm die waiting in a parked car. He saw it happening up close I from afar and now, we see you with bulging membranes and ballooning arteries snaking from one year into the… Continue Reading

A Statue is Born

I see A Star is Born (http://www.astarisbornmovie.com) and read reviews. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/03/movies/a-star-is-born-review-lady-gaga-bradley-cooper.html There are analogies to Pygmalion, Ovid’s tale of the sculptor’s dream of a woman, his ivory creation coming to life.http://hompi.sogang.ac.kr/anthony/Classics/OvidPygmalion.htm Do we sculpt a dream or are they whimsical, random events? Our brain’s way of making sense of an insane world? We dream. We die.… Continue Reading

Drinks with Trump

I’m in the street in some strange city it might be in Mexico or the Midwest. There’s some kind of pedestrian race going on. They may be on scooters or something but they are in the street and there are still cars along the way, the kind of traffic with drivers who don’t know what… Continue Reading

An Imperfect Aphrodite

You are tired, my goddess Worn and eroded by goodness Blemishes only enhance your beauty   We weather together Though life erodes Love deepens   Now you have forgotten me Your empty orbits chiseled Limestone eroded by a sea foam of tears Your memories pulverized in smoking fissures Luminous through vacant spaces   We weather… Continue Reading

Beware of Gifts From Your New Doctor

An acquaintance of mine recently found a new primary care physician accepting his insurance. He chose the name randomly from the health plan list. The doctor’s office, he explained was next door to a kind of Mom and Pop jewelry shop. Both the jewelry shop and the doctor’s office were victimized by frequent thefts, so… Continue Reading

I Followed Her

    I’m new to these parts so when I first see her along the lake, I keep my distance. Time takes on new meaning the moment you feel life change. After a few more bends, past the fragrance of algal pools and submerged beechwood, I make my approach. I’m gradual and polite, respectful of… Continue Reading

The Same Barber Chair

  Not to have crossed room means chamber XII means cranial nerve, hypoglossal VI abducens, and I say this from memory my own photo reminds me of a Cloud Atlas the random page from a journal In the days we used phone books and oversized maps, blew the dust off a giant atlas in a… Continue Reading