Select Page

Lonely Bird

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...

Empty Chairs

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Empty Chairs Two seats for people that should love But are gone Could stare into gray water A gray sky Believed that black and white Never should make gray But...

Prison

RICHIE SMITH About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Search for: About Writing Blog Media Links Contact Prison   TS told me in my favorite poem, to communicate with Mars, And to report the behavior of the sea monster; You know I can converse with spirits, Because,...