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.


sometimes I hear the wind, or remember it rustling

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.

Animals on a Bridge

I think it’s not going to portend well for this group of vulnerable animals trying to live their life in the city at night on the edge of the bridge

Visited at Home

She happens to be a young obese woman and I find her in our bedroom, lying on our king-sized bed.

© Richie Smith 

© Richie Smith