Beth K Smith : Writing

When Suddenly They Are Missing

When Suddenly They Are Missing

A Poem by Beth K Smith


This is how I know we love our children;after the disaster, we wade in the flood watersholding dim lanterns like warm supper plateshesitantly singing ..
In Bed With the Devil

In Bed With the Devil

A Poem by Beth K Smith


She said, and this is how he breathesat night when no one else on earthknows his heart beat but my handShe said, and this sound could be likenedto sup..
Already Dark Room

Already Dark Room

A Poem by Beth K Smith


Yes--there is something I rememberabout family.Overhead lights burn out and lightbulbsare not replaced for months.The one who lives in this room ralli..