Forecasting Hemlines by M.R. Smith Weather will come in its own fashion. Dark evening dress, sharp jewelry meant to kill, sometimes light and blousy. Today it is straight-legged and lined out clean, a casual bearing trying to portray confidence and... Continue Reading →
City Pool by M.R. Smith I exit the city dripping, sagging like hip-hop pants, equally useless; my arms clutched from my risk-on day. On the train I think I must be a sight with my eyes wide and leaving a... Continue Reading →
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