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THE WRONG SIZE SHOES by Peter Nolan Smith

April 13, 2024 – 8:18 am

Twenty-five minutes after the stroke of Twelve New Year’s Eve 1982 a masked assassin shot dead the main investor a block away from the Continental Club on West 25th Street. The FBI and NYPD Internal Affairs investigating Viktor Malenski’s murder and quickly drew lines between the dots. My ex-girlfriend was living with the dead man’s […]

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Wintah 1973.

February 29, 2024 – 9:07 am

NORTH OF HERE BY PETER NOLAN SMITH The only problem with Maine is that you can’t eat the scenery – James Steele 1978 MANGOZEEN BOOKS 2024 VERMONT WINTAH 1973 A blizzard buried Montreal The temp arctic. Minus zero. Crashing with two New Zealanders Across the street From the Winston Churchill Pub Only forty feet through […]

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December 12, 1978 – East Village – Journal

February 26, 2024 – 1:38 pm

Poor Alice bears the financial brunt of our relationship. Beyond that she is my love and a good woman to my heart. We still haven’t had sex and she hasn’t had her period. Three weeks and she sleeps in the other room. I hear her crying and try to comfort her, but I haven’t the […]

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Tar In The Blood

February 5, 2024 – 9:35 am

My father’s side of the family traveled to the New World on the the Mayflower. My antecedents were Howlands. A young indentured servant, John Howland, had been washed overboard mid-Atlantic and somehow had grabbed a trailing lanyard to haul himself to the safety of the Mayflower. Centuries later my Irish Nana had sailed on a […]

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CHOCOLATE MAN by Peter Nolan Smith

February 1, 2024 – 2:04 pm

Maine is the northern most state on the Eastern Seaboard. The distance from its southernmost border to the Potomac River is approximately 500 miles and in the winter of 1863 the 20th Maine Regiment crossed into Virginia to confront the Confederate forces at Fredericksburg. That summer they avenged the one-sided slaughter beneath St. Marye’s Height […]

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