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Empty Chairs

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Empty Chairs Two seats for people that should love But are gone Could stare into gray water A gray sky Believed that black and white Never should make gray But...

Lip Balm

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Lip Balm An ointment tastes of things I’ve lost   Caked on at night By morning an arid cracking of my youth   Fissured salt flats and an alien moon...

Portal Hypertension: Time Traveling i-Phone

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Portal Hypertension: Time Traveling i-Phone Just as veins drain from the gut and visceral organs and connect en-route to the liver, I squeeze through my own portal....

I Was a Boy Who Played With Dolls

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact I Was a Boy Who Played With Dolls It was the Mission Impossible TV show that peaked my interest in GI Joes–the idea that any record of my evil ideas would...

Prison

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Prison   TS told me in my favorite poem, to communicate with Mars, And to report the behavior of the sea monster; You know I can converse with spirits, Because,...