Posts by Todd Smith

Born and raised in rural west-central Illinois, Todd Smith studied poetry, music, and math at the University of Virginia, and received his MFA from the Iowa Writers’ Workshop. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Prairie Schooner, Yale Review, River Styx, Crazyhorse, North American Review, Barrow Street, Palette Poetry, The Massachusetts Review, Crab Orchard Review, and elsewhere, and have been featured on Verse Daily. He received Frontier Poetry’s 2017 Award for New Poets, and was a semi-finalist in the 2018 Discovery / Boston Review Poetry Contest. A valuation actuary by profession, he lives in West Des Moines, Iowa with his partner, poet Heather Derr-Smith; their daughter; and their two sons.

Dinwiddie County Fair

Everything starts ten minutes after dark. The ticket line already spans from where the gates are opening to this gravel …

Autumnal, Kansas

  The sun peaks lower each day, arcing back behind the trailer park and into the river   well before …

Thanksgiving Day

  Cousins in this prison town bloated with step relatives and time, you and I grew cynical and fifteen. Grandmother, …

Souvenir – for Elliot

  Past midnight our firstborn drops the brittle cluster of oil noodles,   carried home in a violet backpack from …

Triticum Durum

  Durum wheat’s taller this summer, or else the Ropp widow is   shrinking. She never kicks the feral cats …

All Ye Faithful

  The rental A-frame on Casco Bay has one-and-a-half baths and a mute handyman she hired in May. It’s December: …

About the Weather

  Word was she’d hitched west from the tip of Kentucky to get   away from a man and twenty …

Strawberry Pickers, Nauvoo

  Eleven thousand years ago the last glacier scraped through this field.   Transmuted by the new sun, struck dumb …

Hey, What’s Going On Here?

On this site, you can read poems from my not-yet-published manuscript, “The Weather Gods” – which, as we speak, is …