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The Lone Ranger

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...

Many Years Later

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...

My Fool

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...

Thoughts Prior to Dreams

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...

The Same Barber Chair

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact The Same Barber Chair   Not to have crossed room means chamber XII means cranial nerve, hypoglossal VI abducens, and I say this from memory my own photo reminds...

Seed

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Seed I knew him you did too the silly kid with a chipped tooth and gnarly hair   He stood over there A houseplant   sowed from stale air and a wet bed...