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Henri Flesh RIP

My good friend Henri Flesh passed from this earth. We met in Paris. The two of us worked at Bsir’s in Hamburg. Henri on the turntable. Me at the door. Back when we were young.

NOT ALL CRASHES ARE ACCIDENTS by Peter Nolan Smith

I never met Princess Diana, although a friend of a friend married her brother. Diana would have been at the wedding. I never received an invitation. No great loss, because the Princess of Wales wasn’t my type, however I viewed her death as a blow against the empire of goodness. I arrived in London the […]

LOVE YOU LONG TIME – CHAPTER 1 by Peter Nolan Smith CHAPTER 1

The winter of 1987 was cold enough to freeze the Housatonic River and the town of Kent erected an elaborate float on the thick ice. Each year the townspeople organized a pool to guess the date when the ice could no longer bear the float’s weight. Two days after a January blizzard I picked March […]

IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 3 by Peter Nolan Smith

Bernard was waiting at Charles De Gaulle Aeroport. He arranged a week’s stay at a hotel in Paris’ old Jewish Quarter. Opening night was that evening. He had been tapped to be the club’s DJ. The Rex was under an old cinema along the Grand Boulevard. The magazine held high hopes for the subterranean space […]

IN ABSENCE OF AMNESIA – Chapter 4 by Peter Nolan Smith

That night I stopped at a disco on Rue Montmartre, intending to wait out Brigitte’s early morning departure. Philippe’s previous girlfriend danced with a natural wantonness to WARM LEATHERETTE. Her partner was a famous French singer. My eyes x-ed him from the surroundings. Honey-hued skin covered the teenager’s long lean limbs. Lisa had possessed the […]