Born in Bitterroot, raised on Paradise Prairie. Farm boy, car thief,
Naval Academy, expelled for dope, high society marriage,
armed robbery, jail, escaping the cops, illegal loft dweller,
ArtCrimes, rat attacks, overdose, overdose, overdose, celibate,
remarried, expat. more bio...
The twenty year underground publication by Smith & his guest editors. Explore the history of ArtCrimes, read poems by Daniel Thompson, read old issues, purchase copies
Neon Art
The found neon sculpture art of Jeffry Chiplis represented in photo collages by Smith
The City Poetry
Lady's art n poetry zine focusses on Cleveland writers and artists, but it also features well known contributors from all over the world. Its poems and art are typically surreal, irreverent, madly political, beautiful or sublime. Contains mature content.
“Let's face it Smith, if the song "My Way" were written
about your life, it would be lyrics by William S. Burroughs& music by Laurie Anderson, as performed by The Velvet
Underground. The 45-RPM vinyl would have been a blue
corrosion color rather than black, with Voodoo Lounge as
the cover and "Voodoo Child" as side B. And THAT my
friend would be one highly collectable single.”
Steve Reynolds, June 2004
GREASE YOUR GRILL
I'm an oven cleaner baby
Need to scrub your grill
Yes this oven cleaning man
Mean to steam your grill
Get the heat back baby
Flame 'n fire the thrill
I'll rub your rust off lady
Get your grid to shine
Rid this mood of maybe baby
Lady let me lick your lime
Make much meat that might be
Moistened by munching lightly
Juicy, prime
Gonna grease your grill
Put the heat back baby
Then send you the bill