James SmithThe Red HouseI knelt on the ground and leaned over the tiny red house, careful not to engulf it in my shadow.Aug 11, 2022Aug 11, 2022
James SmithHow I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the BarberFor the first two decades of my life, my father cut my hair in a small trailer hidden in the Alaska wilderness. He would drag a folding…Jul 1, 2022Jul 1, 2022
James SmithIt Keeps Me WarmYevgeni ran a small kiosk on the Left Bank of Mariupol, Ukraine. He sold gum and cigarettes from his little booth, out a small metal window…Mar 29, 2022Mar 29, 2022
James SmithNeon GreyI only really remember snapshots of my life with her. I remember she had a helmet of frizzy hair and was unaware that it was always freshly…Feb 8, 2022Feb 8, 2022
James SmithThe Christmas UnicornI grew up in the 80s in a small trailer hidden in the forests of Alaska. We didn’t always have a whole lot and much of what we did have was…Dec 18, 2021Dec 18, 2021
James SmithInvisible PeopleIt was during my first year in college that I made the decision to turn invisible. I didn’t realize what I was doing at the time.Dec 16, 2021Dec 16, 2021
James SmithFlowering ThymeI was 20 years old when I was sent to erase a man from existence and instead became haunted by him.Nov 25, 20211Nov 25, 20211
