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 | Feb 1, 2019 | From the Writer's Journal
RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact On My Pediatrician From the Writer’s Journal 5/16/83 I dream of my pediatrician, Dr. King. He sees me ten years after he has last given me a checkup. I am an...
