I visit Hades via Zoom funeral.


“I’m not coming home,” I say.

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.

Milano Terminus

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


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.”

© Richie Smith 

© Richie Smith