RICHIE SMITH
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In a Gravitational Meadow
This seems the perfect place to spend a short billion years.
Blue Storm
Blue flatulence under a tailpipe
Blue flatulence under a tailpipe splinters my breath
The Donation of Plasma
We feel(felt) life draining from us, now we feel the thrill of getting(giving) it back.
From the Writer’s Journal: Day Dream (5-10-92)
Giant oaks with leathery wings/appear suddenly out of fog
Milano Terminus
The soft fillet of his own skin is thrown over his shoulder like a scarf—a scarf preserved in marble.
Jughead
What if the virus was nothing more than a really annoying kid in a really bad comic book?
Opening Up
The “swim to a raft-like island in the distance…enticing everyone like a beacon, an overdue celebration after a long, unbearable hibernation.”
Lonely Bird
Far from her nest she cries for the birds she loves
Jughead
He’s Jughead, the hungry skinny kid, who for no good reason, always wears that paper crown.
The Lone Ranger
The lone ranger is not afraid of death rattles or rattle snakes.
© Richie Smith
© Richie Smith