Monthly Archives: February 2021

Noblesse Ne’er-Do-Wells

February 20, 2021 – 6:10 am

Ten years ago Thaksin’s red shirts of targeted Bangkok’s luxury shopping malls of their political rivals, the elite yellow shirts. The riotous schism between the two classes was a mystery to most foreigners who regarded their adopted country as the land of Smiles, but a restrictive way of life to the majority of Thais. I […]

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Palm Beach Ne’er-Do-Well

February 19, 2021 – 7:33 am

Many of my female friends laughed upon hearing about my summer job on Palm Beach. “What’s so funny?” “we know what’s going to happen.” Each women was possessed by a singular vision. “You’re going to fleece some heiress.” “Fleece?” Both my wife and mistress had green-lighted any multi-zero gigoloing with turtle-fleshed heiresses on the fabled […]

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Thai Hair-Cut No No

February 18, 2021 – 6:01 pm

Several years ago I walked over the Brooklyn Bridge to a party in Nolita. The city skyline shimmered under a sky dotted by the few stars brilliant enough to pierce New York’s light umbrella. Tourists flashed photos in the dark and the bridge hummed with the passage of cars and trucks. The night was bitter […]

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Over And Out – Senor Trump

February 15, 2021 – 2:29 pm

Over the previous two months following the 2020 Election Trump, GOP politicians, and right-wing news stations had been very vocal about accusing the Democrats of having manipulated the counting of votes. Scores of lawsuits were filed by Republican lawyers against the results in Arizona, Ohio, Michigan, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, and Georgia. None of them were accepted […]

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Drifting On the Sea – Hart Crane – Poem by Peter Nolan Smith

February 14, 2021 – 9:54 pm

Published Feb 14, 2021 Sunken fishermen struggle to swim Without anyone warm enough to shed a tear and they know who will join the sea. The night stars illuminate the path to nothing. for a drunken poet someplace to be other than the wet Caribbean A ship’s aft lights dim in the dark and the […]

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