Monthly Archives: December 2023

GAY BOY by Peter Nolan Smith

December 7, 2023 – 9:37 am

My first eight years were spent on Falmouth Foresides across the harbor from Portland. Summers my brothers and sisters swam in Watchic Pond and rowed dories from the dock at the end of the street. Winters we skated on an ice rink constructed in our backyard. The harbor at the end of the street was […]

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Miss You Long Time – Michael Charles Smith

December 7, 2023 – 7:41 am

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother succumbed to the ravages of AIDS. I miss him every day along with the rest of my friends and family who died from that killer. I will remember them forever. My brother’s name was Michael Charles Smith. He’s the smaller blonde boy in the photo. And still […]

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Day Of Infamy A La Thailand

December 7, 2023 – 1:44 am

Published 2013 Eighty-one years ago Japanese aircraft attacked the US Pacific Fleet. Nearly every capital ship in Pearl Harbor was sunk or severely damaged by bombs or torpedoes and the Pacific Ocean became a Japanese lake until the BattleMidway. The next day President Roosevelt declared before Congress, “December 7th shall live forever as a day […]

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12-7-2023 Michael Charles Smith

December 7, 2023 – 1:23 am

The leaves changed color in October and in November JFK beat Richard Nixon to become the first Catholic president. The cold weather arrived in December and Pearl Harbor Day 1960 dawned with a hoary frost topping the fields south of the Neponset River. During lunch my 3rd Grade class stared out the windows at sullen […]

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November 28, 1978 – East Village – Journal Entry

December 3, 2023 – 6:40 pm

Alice is busy with the play again. Two dates at Irving Plaza scheduled for December and I have been employed as the bouncer. That’s all I am good for thanks to my wicked smile and speedy fists. Alice’s only reason to be with me is as her protector, but never her pimp, although she denies […]

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