Category Archives: Poetry

Everything Versus Nothing – Lazurus II

June 3, 2023 – 5:13 pm

All belief about life disappeared with my first death. Drowning at Adam’s Pond New Hampshire 1962. I’ve died many times Since. Nantasket Beach Ile St. Louis Paris, The East Village South of Doi mae Salong Lanna Thai. Always the same On the other side. Nothingness. Same on the operating table December 23, 2023 Loaded on […]

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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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FORT GREENE PARK SLUMBER

May 30, 2023 – 11:53 am

Laying on one of Fort Greene’s Shady Groves The afternoon Not quiet Hammering from a construction site, Sirens, The rumble of Brooklyn A mumbled conversation of two young women The chirp of two grakels a distant dump truck dropping its load. Another conversation High-pitched. I can make out phrases The two young people are not […]

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South From Tibet 1995

May 24, 2023 – 8:22 pm

At the bottom of this road was the route to the holy mountain of Khailash I had stood at the t-bone intersection hitchhiking a ride to Nepal to the South over the Himalayas. I couldn’t have been happier in such desolation whereas I freak out in airports. Safe and sound from the elements. A Tibetan […]

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THE ROOTS OF CONTACT – BAD POETRY – BY PETER NOLAN SMITH

May 14, 2023 – 6:26 am

THE ROOTS OF CONTACT 1976 By Peter Nolan Smith A disco. Flashing strobes, Deafening drum bass. A young weekend crowd. Dancing. Sexually fearless males on ‘ludes Disco waifs on blow All of us 99% dead by dawn. None of us desire survival. A thin wanton teenager sensually sways to Donna Summer’s ‘ LOVE TO LOVE […]

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