by Richie Smith | Apr 8, 2020 | Covid-19
I try to envision this entire scenario, the scenario of the pandemic as something much lighter, like a short scene from a comic book. It’s a short, light read. Something not even entertaining, and when we are finished, we can tear it up, and throw it out in a...
by Richie Smith | Apr 3, 2020 | Covid-19, Poetry
The lone ranger wears a mask. He came out of retirement, put aside his silver sneaker gym membership. Instead of riding a horse named Silver, he has silver at his temples, his thinning hair covered by a surgical shower cap. He has wire-rimmed glasses and a square jaw...
