Monthly Archives: July 2022

Stonehenge in Bangkok

New Englanders are relatively starved of archaeological ruins other than frost-heaved stone walls from vanished farms snaking through the woods or the smooth walls of the Quincy Quarries. Not one of the Seven Wonders of the Ancient World was on our side of the Atlantic nor from Africa or the Far East graced list either […]

Pocket Radio

The following day my father brought home two crystal radio sets shaped as rockets. They were made in Japan. My father was an electrical engineer with New England Bell and explained their workings, “You attached alligator clips to a metal object. The signal is transmitted to the antenna and you tuned the radio with a […]

Under The HOLLYWOOD Sign – Poem – By Peter Nolan Smith

Desert scrub weaved between gleaming mansions Above Sunset Boulevard To the new wilderness where coyotes hunted pets Jake lived under the HOLLYWOOD sign The letters OD filled his bedroom window. Thar loved lying in bed with Jake His skin was so soft for a man Almost as soft as Thar’s If only Thar could be […]

Basquiat Drawing

On a July evening in 1988 I exited from my apartment to get beer from the bodega. Young people hurried to 10th Street bars in expectation of romance or a phone number to call. The men wore khakis and blue button down shirts and the women wore clothes worth a week’s salary. They shouted out […]

FURY FORGOTTEN by Peter Nolan Smith

FURY FORGOTTEN by Peter Nolan Smith New York City has been bled of out-of-towners with a merciless fury. Jobs once abundant for aging emigres to Manhattan dries up, as your age passes 40. Successful friends move out of your pay bracket and your old work slow has been replaced by twenty year-olds willing to work […]