Category Archives: semi-fiction

GAY BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

My first eight years were spent on Falmouth Foresides across from Portland. Summer was for swimming in Watchic Pond and rowing dories from the dock at the end of the street. I never wanted to leave, but in 1960 my father was promoted to a Ma Bell job in Boston. Better pay. Chances for advancement. […]

HEAVY METAL ACCORDION by Peter Nolan Smith

Every boy has a best friend in his youth. In 1959 I was lucky enough to have two; my older brother Frunk and a neighbor. Chaney and I attended the same kindergarten class at Pinewood Elementary in Falmouth Maine and we did almost everything together boys were supposed to do that far north. In the […]

THE WONDER WHEEL by Peter Nolan Smith

It was a good day to visit Coney Island. Memorial Day was America’s introduction to summer. It had been a long winter in New York. Ellen was with her friends. The Argentines wanted to see the sea, But there was no way to refuse the rides. None of them went in the water. It was […]

ES TUT MIR LIED by Peter Nolan Smith

My high school German professor smoked cigarettes in the classroom. Ashes from his dying butts dropped onto his black cassock, as we read Kafta’s DAS URTEIL from a blue book. “Du sprechet wie Arschloch.” Bruder Karl’s cigarette ravaged voice grated the cinderblock wall. “Jawohl, Bruder.” Boston accents have no R and our class defiled the […]

TIME HAS COME TODAY by the Chambers Brothers

In the late-60s I attended a Catholic Boys high school ten miles away from my house. No buses or trains ran between the suburbs on the outskirts of Boston and only connection between these bedroom communities was Route 128 orbiting Boston from Nantasket Beach in the South Shore to the North Shore fishing port of […]