Category Archives: semi-fiction

THE LAST GO-GO BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

Americans tend to judge the nation’s fiscal well-being by the rise and fall of the Dow Jones Index, even though Wall Street’s accumulation of wealth has destroyed the spending power of the middle-class. Next month’s bonuses for the hedge fund managers will not save a single consumer buried under debt, after which the corporations will […]

Florida’s Ten Thousand Islands

In the winter of 1975 I hitchhiked west from Miami Beach along Alligator Alley. Rides weren’t easy for the first thirty miles. Finally a fruit farmer from Naples gave me a ride through the southern tip of the Everglades. Little, but swamp lined the four-lane highway. No snow birds from the Northeast or Canada wanted […]

GIRLS LIKE GIRLS by Peter Nolan Smith

The political situation in Bangkok had gotten out of control in 2010. The red shirts controlled the city. The police did nothing. People called them daeng moh or watermelon. They were red on the inside. Thaksin was a fellow cop. The Army was in the hands of the old elite or phuu laak maak dee. […]

Women Only In Sweden

Men like to joke that they are lesbians. “I only like to watch.” Lesbians don’t find this humor funny and I’ve stopped saying it, but rejecting my lesbian persona hasn’t stopped the overwhelming percentage of the world’s male population from fantasizing about the existence of an all-women world like those 1960s science-fiction movies such as […]

WHY I MISS JUNKIES by Peter Nolan Smith

Most New Yorkers depend on air-conditioning to survive the summer heat waves, however AC always felt to me, as if a dirty old man from the Arctic was breathing down my neck and that dirty old man wasn’t Santa Claus. Truthfully I liked the heat and any temperature under 92 was survivable with the aid […]