Monthly Archives: September 2024

Hoegaarten Beer End of Summer

September 22, 2024 – 10:49 pm

Written 2010 Beer is better than good in Belgium. Back in the 80s I drank in a bar behind the Gallerie des Reines. A small bar. No one of consequences frequented the back street bar. Seats for 10. Draft beer. Le Mort Subite and Hoegaarten. One great for winter. The other superb for summer. The […]

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Montauk # 24

September 22, 2024 – 7:27 am

Staring at the sky Seagulls glide on easterly wind Gray clouds follow suit I stand Watching Earthbound___ I’m out in Montauk Thursday thru Sunday staying with my friends, selling jewelry at their store. 771 Montauk Highway. Good to be out of the city. They have a beach shack on Ditch Plains Road. At night I […]

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NAKED TO THE COLD SEA by Peter Nolan Smith

September 20, 2024 – 8:17 am

In the early 70s Che and me stand on Nauset’s nude beach The two of us Hippies not yet punks___ A thick ledge of wet seaweed Covered the high tide mark. Off with our clothes We lay on the cool green algae Our bare bodies sinking beneath the sludge Comforted by the endless ocean The […]

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Never Peace

September 19, 2024 – 1:53 pm

In the last two days the IDF has pounded targets in Lebanon after setting off pagers and walkie talkie booby traps distributed to Hezbollah by clandestine Israeli operatives posing as an internet service. THe dirty bombs killed at least 32 people, including at least four children and several hospitals workers, and injured more than 3,300 […]

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Fucking Coffee Cup Holders

September 18, 2024 – 1:51 am

A week after 9/11 the wind shifted from the west and a southerly breeze pushed the smoke from the Big Pile into the East Village instead of Brooklyn. It smelled like an asbestos BBQ. I called my sister in Boston. We hadn’t gotten along as teenagers, but had become good friends during the deaths of […]

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