Monthly Archives: August 2022

AN ITALIAN PLAN by Peter Nolan Smith

August 18, 2022 – 7:42 pm

CHAPTER 1 The winter of 1987 was cold enough to freeze the Housatonic River and the town of Kent erected an elaborate float on the thick ice. Each year the townspeople organized a pool to guess the date when the ice could no longer bear the float’s weight. Two days after a January blizzard I […]

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LAST CALL IN BUTTE MONTANA by Peter Nolan Smith

August 17, 2022 – 8:47 am

Tonight I rolled into Butte, Montana. Beating the M and M Bar’s last call. Gram Parsons sang on the jukebox. ‘Streets of Baltimore.’ Mona loved that song And I never done her wrong. Last week in Bozeman, Montana I woke to an empty bed No sign of Mona. Only a burning egg And a note […]

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AN ITALIAN PLAN by Peter Nolan Smith

August 14, 2022 – 1:37 am

CHAPTER 1 The winter of 1987 was cold enough to freeze the Housatonic River and the town of Kent erected an elaborate float on the thick ice. Each year the townspeople organized a pool to guess the date when the ice could no longer bear the float’s weight. Two days after a January blizzard I […]

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April 16, 1977 – Journal Entry

August 9, 2022 – 10:11 pm

After the execs leave, Antonio and I look out the windows of the Ebasco executive dining room. A thick fog obscures Lower Manhattan, as the last gasps of the Arctic is strangled by a spring breeze from the south. We have finished with lunch and wipe the silverware clean. The Spanish waiter surprises me with […]

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QUE LINDA by Dakota Pollock

August 7, 2022 – 7:49 pm

I sat at the end of The bed in our Bedroom. Her dress hung from The cheap clothing rack I’d picked up from the Dollar store on Broadway. The dress, it was formless, But still held the shape of Her body which was very much Alive even though she was Somewhere else. I yanked the […]

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