RICHIE SMITH

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Twenty-Three and Me or My Son

Jul 15, 2020

I’ll always be 23 and in my heart he’ll always be a teenager learning about himself

Jul 4, 2020

Inflicted with diplopia, I see two suffering men.

Jun 21, 2020

I visit Hades via Zoom funeral.

Jun 15, 2020

“I’m not coming home,” I say.

May 25, 2020

This seems the perfect place to spend a short billion years.

May 24, 2020

Blue flatulence under a tailpipe

Blue flatulence under a tailpipe splinters my breath

May 16, 2020

We feel(felt) life draining from us, now we feel the thrill of getting(giving) it back.

May 13, 2020

Giant oaks with leathery wings/appear suddenly out of fog

Apr 30, 2020

The soft fillet of his own skin is thrown over his shoulder like a scarf—a scarf preserved in marble.

Apr 27, 2020

What if the virus was nothing more than a really annoying kid in a really bad comic book?