RICHIE SMITH
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The Saddest Park
emptiness sings with their happiness
Graft vs Host
But I couldn’t stop thinking about my donor’s girlfriend and soon I began to feel guilty. Guilt was probably something I inherited from the Jewish heart.
Paco and I
Opposites attract. We lasted four years together, bonded over bong hits and Pink Floyd
Emile Hates Email
He has a flip phone anyway, and no thumbs.
My Mother Reminds Me of Anne Frank
Anne’s cold soup and stale bread. My mother’s weak tea and Escort Crackers
Madame Earthquake
Every time she dials clockwise there’s more screaming.
A Strange Kind of Swim
How can we swim in two feet of water? Or with such narrow lanes separated by painful rusty wrought iron dividers.
Greenport
sometimes I hear the wind, or remember it rustling
A Stroll Up Lexington
How we envy the naked mannequins of faceless children
Sol and Ida, The Chief and I
Madame Guillard is kind of like a fortune teller…she makes predictions that sensible people tend to ignore.
© Richie Smith
© Richie Smith