Author Archives: Peter

Open City declared Peter Nolan Smith an underground punk legend of the 1970s East Village. The New England native spent many years as a nightclub doorman in New York, Paris, London, and Hamburg. The constant traveler has lived for long periods of time in Europe and the Far East. After a forced retirement from the Schmatta trade in Thailand, Peter Nolan Smith returned to New York to work in the international diamond trade. At summer’s end he resumed the life of a writer. The world’s leading leisureologist is currently based in Sri Racha, Thailand, Fort Greene, Brooklyn, and Luxembourg City. He has no address.

OUT OF TOUCH / OFF TO AFRICA

For the past few days I’ve organizing my trip to Africa. Kenya and Tanzania. For the Kilimanjaro Initiative. I shall be escorting three young adults from Brooklyn to Nairobi and then accompanying this trio and five Kenyans to the Masai tribelands in Tanzania before attempting a climb of Africa’s highest mountain. Kilimanjaro is over 19,000 […]

SKIN COLD AS ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

When Lou Reed died seven years ago, a friend called to ask, if I had known the singer. I said, “No.” El-Roy was a pussy hound and asked if I thought Nico was a good fuck. “I don’t know,” I replied and hung up thinking one thing. The Velvet Underground’s singer was probably great in […]

A Winter Poem

Last year my friend Alison in Palm Beach found this poem. Her trees were dying from the cold. ” WINTER ” by Abigail Elizabeth McIntyre Shit It’s Cold The End That was one of coldest weeks in American weather history. Even Florida had snow. Winters weren’t always that way and maybe next year will be […]

Slurpee Waves

Slurpee Waves The winter of 2014-2015 achieved record colds throughout New England. The accumulated snowfall in Boston towered over humans, shutting down highways and public transportation. Even worse were the incessant sub-zero temperatures freezing rivers and coating the ocean with a thick slush tapping at the coast. At the end of February Brian Sagar photographed […]

BROKEN ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

Back in the last century the rivers, lakes, and ponds froze solid during the New England winters. Fishing shacks were dragged onto the ice and young boys played hockey in sub-zero temperatures with fires blazing on shore to warm frostbit fingers and toes. Daring teenagers drove across the smooth surfaces and their big Detroit cars […]