Category Archives: semi-fiction

Women First

For the most of the weekend my telephone runs on the silent mode. I’m a forgotten man in New York. Many of my friends think that I am living in Luxembourg or even Thailand, so I was surprised this afternoon by my cellphone vibrating on my desk. Caller ID identified the area code as originating […]

THE ONLY YEH YEH GIRL By Peter Nolan Smith

The teenagers of the 50s worshipped Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, and Buddy Holly as dead gods, but my generation’s focus was dedicated to the living and the stars of the 1960s were transported by TV and radio to my family house south of Boston. Bob Dylan’s BLOWING IN THE WIND knocked Elvis off his throne […]

THE STAFF OF SCHMOSES by Peter Nolan Smith

In July of 1995 my cousin flew from LA to dance at ShowWorld in Times Square. The boyish brunette’s loyal following packed the legendary porno parlor to worship Sherri’s stage acrobatics. Thankfully pleasing her audience required little more than stripping off her clothes. The XXX actress augmented her take by selling underwear and signing posters. […]

TRASH FIORUCCI by Peter Nolan Smith

In 1978 the windows of Fiorucci on East 60th Street featured the latest flash fashion from Italy. These trendy threads guaranteed immediate entrance into Studio 54 or any exclusive disco in Manhattan. I was a punk. Glitter wasn’t my thing, however a gold lame Elvis suit graced the front window and I wanted it bad. […]

Cross Country 1996

In the late summer of 1996 I left Bali for America. My good friend Slim met me at LAX in her Studebaker Lark. On the way to Hollywood the native Californian told me that she had fallen in love with an artist in New York.” “That’s good news, except it’s 3000 miles from here.” “I […]