What Comes Next?

I didn’t know they have cemeteries in Manhattan. Maybe this is a new thing.

Almost Sleeping with a Sister

I once met a woman at a dance club in Israel. Her name was Ora, which translated as “of the light.”

Her first language was Russian, so we spoke in…

Fair Memories of Two Fairs

I remember my father telling me about the 1939 world‘s fair.  He was only five years old back then. It was only a year or so after his father died suddenly and tragically from appendicitis. My bewildered five-year-old father with his…

Abstraction from Zona G

In nuclei of your target cells, I saw the aldosterone man. He nodded slowly and then they blindfolded me and brought me into his lab, made me sign a consent form holding a pen in my teeth, made me wait until the…

Many Years Later

Many years ago,

at the water’s edge, I played this game with my son.

Between waves, we built an ancient land…

Man Over Moondust

The spice and the dust

Flavors my insides

Silicates and curries…

Memorial Fence

I attempt to cross the George Washington Bridge by bike with a friend on a clear Memorial Day. We get separated along the way and I find myself off of a highway near the bridge carrying my bike up stairs littered with glass and shards…

Remembering Terrific Tom

I was only a boy in ’69 but I idolized every moment.

Terrific Tom was everything to me on the mound.

The slow walk out to the mound, silted sand, fine like lunar dust with cleat marks and the…

My Fool

What is a fool if not a spindle

of spool

fueled with my tools…

© Richie Smith 

© Richie Smith