Christopher Henry Smith

Independent Arts Administrator

Come on in.  Click around.  Stay awhile.


The old men sit and gaze through saltbleary eyes at the rising storm.
They read verse in the greying sky, and pray hard to gods long gone.

Landlocked, I am so far away—
Space and time away.

I feel caked in sea foam.

Amarillo, TX

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