Monthly Archives: May 2023

BET ON CRAZY 4 / FIRST SALE by Peter Nolan Smith

May 31, 2023 – 1:39 pm

The day after Super Bowl XXIV, I paid off two months?rent with my winnings. Everyone in the exchange was richer thanks to betting the other way from Manny. They ribbed him relentlessly for having lost yet another bet on the NFL championship game. I said nothing since Manny had confided that he had bet on the […]

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WHAT IS AMERICA 1980 – JOURNAL ENTRY

May 30, 2023 – 11:53 am

WHAT IS AMERICA What is America? It isn’t an easy answer As it was with the Pledge of Allegiance Said with a hand over my heart In a two-room schoolhouse in Maine Said in unison with other white students WE had learned in a young heart Within a week Without out any explanation 1958 America […]

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FORT GREENE PARK SLUMBER

May 30, 2023 – 11:53 am

Laying on one of Fort Greene’s Shady Groves The afternoon Not quiet Hammering from a construction site, Sirens, The rumble of Brooklyn A mumbled conversation of two young women The chirp of two grakels a distant dump truck dropping its load. Another conversation High-pitched. I can make out phrases The two young people are not […]

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May 13, 1990 – Langtang Trek, Nepal – 1990 – Journal Entry

May 30, 2023 – 9:22 am

The passing clouds obscure the 6000-meter snow-tipped peaks towering over the Langtang Valley, but the 5000-meter ragged summits cut through the mist with each parting of the clouds. The tea house serves a good cup of yak butter tea. I’m not liking the salty brew, but it does provide warmth and nourishment. Dorzee our guide […]

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BACK AND FORTH by Peter Nolan Smith CHAPTER 6 – LUCKY IN LOVE

May 29, 2023 – 2:42 am

The dawn sun peeked over the eastern mountains and a stark brightness flared through Sean’s eyelids. He crawled from his sleeping bag and rose to his feet. A hissing wind pelleted his face with ancient brine and his body ached from the night’s sleep on the hard desert surface. The New Englander had woken in […]

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