Category Archives: photo-romans

THE MEANING OF PURE by Peter Nolan Smith

In the summer of 1995 my baby brother died of AIDS. Our family buried his body in a grave south of Boston. After the funeral I left the USA and sought solace for Michael’s soul at the holy sites of Asia. I lit candles before the Buddha in Chiang Mai. I circumnavigated Lhasa’s Jokhang Temple. […]

FINALLY by Peter Nolan Smith

All through the summer of 2014 I had been jokingly asking couples about the chances of us having a menage-a-trois with me. The response varied from disgust to a laughing rejection. I spared no one my query and no one accepted the challenge. The ludicrous proposition was strictly a joke, but last weekend I attended […]

DUST THEN MUD by Peter Nolan Smith

Bangkok was an impossible city in hot season of 1990. Shady trees thankfully shaded the airless sois. The tepid klongs led to the Chao Phyra River. Weary barges transported rice from up-country. The ai-conditioning of Patpong’s go-go lounges chilled the flesh, but not the bones of the dancers. After a short stay at the Malaysia […]

Lhasa-Nepal 1995

I spent September-October 1995 in Tibet. I traveled around Lhasa visiting various monasteries. I prayed at each one for my baby brother’s departed soul. Michael had died of AIDS that summer. I especially liked the Jokhang. There was no place holier on Earth. Michael would have liked it. He was spiritual in many ways and […]

THE RULE OF MR. KLAUS by Peter Nolan Smith / Anthony Scibelli

In the early 70s the Twin Towers rose over Lower Manhattan with the promise of a bright future, but by 1975 New York City was declared bankrupt and seven million people lived on the edge of anarchy. The project’s landfill created a desolation along the Hudson. The wind curled around the Twin Towers to blow […]