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Gothic Flames From Notre Dame

After Viktor Malenski was murdered outside the Continental Lounge on the Far Westside by persons unknown, I fled New York to Paris. 1982 was a good year for a fugitive in the City of Light. I worked at a popular nightclub, wrote poetry in my journals, and lived in the garret of a Marais Hotel […]

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 […]

THE BOUQUET OF RUINS by Peter Nolan Smith

Dec 1982 Some cities are best defined by songs such as APRIL IN PARIS or AUTUMN IN NEW YORK, but Hamburg defied music, especially as winter weather skimmed off the North Sea to besiege the harbor city with endless rain, cold, and darkness. Every day the night conquered a few more minutes of light and […]

12:09PM Prosecco High Noon

My high school offered Typing 101. The class was taught by a woman. Every student was male. Xaverian-Westwood was all-boy. I was a math major. My foreign language was German. Typing 101 was for football players. Our team was State Champs. 9-0 in the Catholic Conference. I took Creative Writing instead of Typing 101. I […]

SKIN COLD AS ICE by Peter Nolan Smith

When Lou Reed died seven years ago, a friend called to ask, if I had known the singer. I said, “No.” El-Roy was a pussy hound and asked if I thought Nico was a good fuck. “I don’t know,” I replied and hung up thinking one thing. The Velvet Underground’s singer was probably great in […]