RICHIE SMITH
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From the Writer’s Journal (4/25/91)
The soup of the day is “kid’s livers,” but no one is willing to ask if it’s made from goats.
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The shredded man once wore a goatee, but that was before he was shredded…
Are You Civil or a Soldier of Your Own Past?
Hello neighbor.
Hello, kind sir.
I say this to myself. We need to be civil with ourselves.
The Same Barber Chair
Not to have crossed
room means chamber
XII means cranial nerve, hypoglossal…
Spring Ahead
Spring reminds us of renewal at the end of winter agony.
Now is the time we look forward to the change in nature, a blooming and thawing of the human spirit; longer days with a warming of the heart…
Kisses Before Death
I kissed two patients in hospitals before they died. I’m not talking about family. These were people I hardly knew.
The first was my first patient in medical school. Mr. Leakey was a seventy-nine year old male…
When in Roam
When in Roam
You won’t find a room
When in Roam…
The Breezeway
Why don’t I have socks?
I hate getting dressed for school when I can’t find socks.
Breakfast is ready but I can’t find socks…
A School Lunch
It was Mrs. H. in second grade, who told Sal and Douglas to get behind the bookcase because they weren’t behaving properly.
Unfortunately, she forgot to tell the kids their punishment was over before lunchtime…
Seed
I knew him
you did too
the silly kid with a chipped tooth…
The Son of My Lonely Father’s Son
My son walks alone on a vast plaza of marble and stone
My boy is a slight man among mighty pillars
He walks over solid marble and I see him aging…
© Richie Smith
© Richie Smith