Category Archives: friends

60 Minus 1 – 2011

December 26, 2023 – 7:57 pm

Friends, family, and strangers constantly say that I don’t look my age. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror in favor of regarding my shadow against a wall, so the innate narcissistic nature guillibly believes the complements and lies. This weekend was my birthday. One short of the next big one. Andrea from across the aisle […]

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Visions of Armaggedeon

November 28, 2023 – 6:14 pm

A Jewish friend wrote that he expects an imminent nuclear exchange, because of The Gaza War. I was born with the Caul, the placenta, wrapped around my head. Celts believe it gives you the vision. I don’t see such destruction with my inner sight, but I had several vivid dreams about nuclear bombs in the […]

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HEAVY METAL ACCORDION by Peter Nolan Smith

August 23, 2023 – 1:35 am

Written May 3, 2020 Every boy has a best friend in his youth. In 1959 my family lived on Falmouth Foresides. Mckinley Road ended at the bluff overlooking the mudflats of Portland Harbor. I was lucky enough to have two friends; my older brother Frunk and a neighbor. Chaney and I attended the same kindergarten […]

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THE BEST FORM OF FLATTERY by Peter Nolan Smith

August 10, 2023 – 4:31 am

Written Sep 24, 2010 Midtown traffic was snarled by the security measures protecting foreign dignitaries from any harm during the annual UN General Assembly. Crosstown streets were closed east of 5th Avenue and the beeping tentacles of the congestion packed Madison Avenue. My bus took twenty minutes to cover ten blocks. I was late for […]

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5 Nos in the City of Yes

July 23, 2023 – 10:57 pm

Several years back Nick and I were watching the Hotspurs-Arsenal game at the Buffalo Bar. The girls avoided us, as we harangued the TV. Bad language and drinking Chang Beer. It was the equivalent of Stella Artois. Wifebeater beer. Even the bargirls at the Buffalo knew enough to keep their distance. Nick was reared within […]

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