RICHIE SMITH
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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.
ALCAPA diagnosed by an Alpaca
It was Zack Acker who diagnosed Sacker Packer with ALCAPA after he was spit on by the alpaca.
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
© Richie Smith
© Richie Smith