Category Archives: photo-romans

ROADS OF THE FLYOVER by Peter Nolan Smith

April 16, 2021 – 12:55 pm

In the Spring of 2009 the old crew met at Miguel Abreau’s Gallery on Orchard Street to honor Brock Dundee’s documentary about Afghanistan that he had filmed for the UK MoD. The Scot had flown in helicopters to battle sites and crossed the mountains on foot with the assassins of the SAS. At dinner Dannatt […]

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MAUVAIS MECS by Peter Nolan Smith

March 22, 2021 – 9:59 pm

That year winter had been mild in Paris. Farther to the North snow covered Germany and I was glad to have been detoured from Berlin to Paris by an urgent phone call. Vonelli was in trouble. When I got off the train in Gare Du Nord, no one waiting at the station, which was a […]

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THE TASTE OF PIG by Peter Nolan Smith

February 24, 2021 – 8:56 am

My great-grandaunt Bert circumnavigated the world on her father?s whaling ship in the 1870s. In 1960 National Geographic published a story about her childhood travels and at her 101st birthday the old Yankee lady related tales of seeing the black-toothed betel-nut chewers of Indonesia and joining tiger hunts on Java. The only two other family […]

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Charleroi, A Thing Of Beauty

January 29, 2021 – 12:29 am

For the centuries Luxembourg served as a barrier against the invading armies of Northern Europe. The city was surrounded by the thickly forested Ardennes and massive fortifications topped sheer cliffs, allowing hundreds of troops foil the attack of thousands. Militarists called the citadel the Gibraltar of the North and in the autumn of 2011 I […]

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Poetry In the Ruins

January 28, 2021 – 7:42 pm

Industrial ruins haunt both sides of the Hudson River. Tall chimneys mark them from a distance. On this winter morning no one is there but me. Walls stand as tombstones. They act as grafitti billboards For my eyes only. Black is our safe shadow. Scream into her earth and cry. Protect with unconditional love. Hold […]

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