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THE SEASON FOR GIVING by Peter Nolan Smith

Early on the morning of December 24, 1985 Vonelli, Lizzie and I entered the Gard Du Nord. We walked down the platform to our train. Our breath hung in the frosty winter air. Lizzie exhaled a thick cloud of smoke. The singer loved her Gaulloises. “So tell me again why we are going le Ile […]

A Tes Genous – Paris 1985

Dawn crept over The rooftops Of Ile St. Louis Ropes tightened around the wrists Of Cousin Sharon. Her legs stretched wide by leather anklets Attached to chains Nailed to the atelier floor. Complement nu. Bare feet. The windows open to winter. Nipples hard Gash wet A glove hand on her ass. Underwear stuffed in her […]

Autumn en Ile St. Louis

November Paris 1984 Early morning Cold and wet rain Rue des Deux Ponts Ile St. Louis A gray morning Comme chaque autumn Sur le Rue Des Deux Ponts Kicking leaves into the gutter Heading to the corner cafe With my mistress’ Scottie in tow Angus Sniff sniff sniff For the scents of dogs. Arrive at […]

Pat Ivers Dream 2017

I dreamt I was in a court house, some trial was going to happen, and you were there but had become a body builder with enormous arms. I was nervous about testifying so I called you over and let people look at your arms. It made me feel safer that they saw me with you. […]

DONT FEED THE BEARS by Peter Nolan Smith

Back in the last century I headed up to Maine for my youngest sister’s birthday. Watchic Pond was a short distance outside of Portland. Not much had changed along Route 25 and even less at the lake, except the pine trees were taller and we were a little older. After a long day lazing around […]