Category Archives: friends

Our City – Maz et Moi – PJ Clarkes

January 11, 2024 – 7:27 pm

After COVID struck, the city closed everything. Mazin and I wandered the shorelines of Manhattan and Brooklyn drinking wine in the desolation of uncertainty. Counting the stars. It was our city. One night we sat at a Williamsburg park on the East River. Across lived his sister and he called her to illuminate the Christmas […]

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Tennyson Walk the Isle of Wight 1985

December 27, 2023 – 9:35 am

December 1985 Vonelli invited Lizzie and me to the Isle of Wight. We were sitting in a Bastille cafe. Lizzie had a show on TV that night. Her song was playing on the radio. I had to work at the Balajo later. There wasn’t much holiday spirit on the Rue De La Roquette. “We’ll do […]

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60 Minus 1 – 2011

December 26, 2023 – 7:57 pm

Friends, family, and strangers constantly say that I don’t look my age. I’ve stopped looking in the mirror in favor of regarding my shadow against a wall, so the innate narcissistic nature guillibly believes the complements and lies. This weekend was my birthday. One short of the next big one. Andrea from across the aisle […]

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Visions of Armaggedeon

November 28, 2023 – 6:14 pm

A Jewish friend wrote that he expects an imminent nuclear exchange, because of The Gaza War. I was born with the Caul, the placenta, wrapped around my head. Celts believe it gives you the vision. I don’t see such destruction with my inner sight, but I had several vivid dreams about nuclear bombs in the […]

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HEAVY METAL ACCORDION by Peter Nolan Smith

August 23, 2023 – 1:35 am

Written May 3, 2020 Every boy has a best friend in his youth. In 1959 my family lived on Falmouth Foresides. Mckinley Road ended at the bluff overlooking the mudflats of Portland Harbor. I was lucky enough to have two friends; my older brother Frunk and a neighbor. Chaney and I attended the same kindergarten […]

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