A Big Heart

We shocked Spokansky perhaps a dozen times until it seemed cruel and a waste of electricity.


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.

© Richie Smith 

© Richie Smith