Category Archives: america

UPPER THERE by Peter Nolan Smith

June 29, 2023 – 7:37 am

In August of 1987 friends in Michigan extended invitations to visit them in Onekema and the Upper Peninsula. Paulie, Gregg, and I celebrated our departure at the Milk Bar in Lower Manhattan. “Why are you going to Michigan for vacation?” Scottie the owner was a New Yorker. The rest of the country was a blank […]

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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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WHEELS OF FIRE by Peter Nolan Smith

April 27, 2023 – 1:28 am

In the late summer of 1971 my Paul Deseret and I hitchhiked from Boston to San Francisco. Several of our college friends were living in the Haight. They were girls. I had had sex with one of them and sleeping with Marilyn again was enough of a reason to cross a continent, especially since neither […]

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Orange Man Cometh to New York

April 4, 2023 – 2:31 pm

While several presidents have been executed by the shadow powers; Lincoln, Garfield, McKinley, Harding, and JFK, none of been arrested for criminal behavior until today when Donald Trump will be arraigned in New York City for having his Michael Cohen pay $130,000 to Stormy Daniels, an adult-entertainment actress, to quash her outing their 2006 one-night […]

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ReAmerica

April 4, 2023 – 9:44 am

High above the Hudson Over four hundred feet Someone help this stranded pilgrim To see into a forgotten America I’ve been trapped in a city of concrete and steel. Drinking and drugging Ignoring the Call of the Wild. From the storm King Highway I hear the scream. Come see me Come see America. Before it’s […]

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