by Richie Smith | May 24, 2020 | Covid-19, Poetry
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Blue Storm Blue stormdirigibles rising. I crouch underblue wind. Fertile is the stormsapphire crystal so dusty and blue expelled through rigid piping;a mechanical...
by Richie Smith | Apr 12, 2020 | Covid-19, Poetry
A fish crow perches on the terrace below me tastes the sea watches the morning fog far from her nest she cries for the birds she loves calls out to others gathered in isolation Gentle chirps Not a shriek, but a song...
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...
by Richie Smith | Aug 24, 2019 | Poetry
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact 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. I showed my boy the people in a town...
by Richie Smith | Apr 1, 2019 | Poetry
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact My Fool What is a fool if not a spindle of spool fueled with my tools, gummy, the gristle still green as if the high road, leapt into my sole mate or whatever...
by Richie Smith | Feb 25, 2019 | Poetry
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Thoughts Prior to Dreams I dream in blue I see proteins and flesh and bodies. I see crazy things. People running and shooting and radiating and I’m reminded of my...
