RICHIE SMITH
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Hades
I visit Hades via Zoom funeral.
My COVID-19
“I’m not coming home,” I say.
In a Gravitational Meadow
This seems the perfect place to spend a short billion years.
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.
From the Writer’s Journal: Day Dream (5-10-92)
Giant oaks with leathery wings/appear suddenly out of fog
Milano Terminus
The soft fillet of his own skin is thrown over his shoulder like a scarf—a scarf preserved in marble.
Jughead
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.”
Lonely Bird
Far from her nest she cries for the birds she loves
© Richie Smith
© Richie Smith