RICHIE SMITH
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Corned Beef, Cabbage and that Gentle Perfume of a Flower
After leaving the hospital, I remember the greenest grass, St. Patrick’s green, poking through the grit of blackened melting snow.
Ununited Nations
RICHIE SMITHAn indoor forestleads me up a staircase I’ve never noticedin this great city of mineI’m haunted by squandered opportunitiesby wind and laughterby the howlingof what might have meant peace. © Richie Smith © Richie Smith
What Does Brown Do for Me?
They met in high school while working for UPS. Brown made the connection.
The Incest Clinic
Dixon looks up at me for the first time, though only momentarily. His thin lips are clenched tight with a sort of guilty smirk. I’m not sure if he looks guilty because he’s embarrassed about the scene his brother is making or because my wife now has her hands on his leg, very close to their shared groin.
Kaldon
It has something to do with extracting other people’s thoughts. About digesting the brains of those we love.
SPLAT!
Not all that splatters is paint.
Rocky Road
“They opened a Baskin-Robbins,” said my mother. The butcher was gone and the ice cream came in.
Yellow Like a Turmeric Latte
Serve, and feel the fear and inflammation drain from the vessel of your body with every sip.
I Fail to Bring Back Lunch
You promise your son lunch and the next thing you know, you may not see him again for weeks.
Dreams from the Pandemic: A Weird Paralympics
she begins her routine: an Esther Williams inspired back stroke combined with a sort of twenty five yard strut—the kind of walk old people do in a pool and consider exercise.
© Richie Smith
© Richie Smith