Category Archives: semi-fiction

Thai Tattoos Too

September 23, 2023 – 2:45 pm

Pattaya must be the per capita capitol of farangs with tattoos. Shirtless westerners parade the streets to exhibit the beauty of their body art, despite the collateral damage to the colored flesh from the tropical sun. Most tattoos are eagles, dragons, and declarations of never-ending love to go-go girls festooned with vows of fidelity to […]

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DA AUTUMN LEAVES by Peter Nolan Smith

September 22, 2023 – 6:12 pm

Written October 2010 Back in the 60s my family home on the South Shore bordered on a small woods and every October the trees beyond the old stone wall turned brilliant reds, yellows, and oranges. The glorious explosion of color lasted several weeks, then the colding wind ripped the weaker leaves from the branches and […]

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I’M GOOD IF YOU’RE GOOD by Peter Nolan Smith

September 19, 2023 – 5:13 pm

Written March 25, 2014 Opening a jewelry store in the Plaza Hotel seemed like a good idea in the Spring of 2009. I was dead broke after my arrest in Thailand for copyright infringement and my wife Mam was pregnant with our son. The Plaza was one of New York’s premier destinations. Wealth was in […]

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DONT FEED THE BEARS by Peter Nolan Smith

September 3, 2023 – 9:20 am

Back in the last century I headed up to Maine for my youngest sister’s birthday. Watchic Pond was a short distance outside of Portland. Not much had changed along Route 25 and even less at the lake, except the pine trees were taller and we were a little older. After a long day lazing around […]

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FIRST ENCOUNTER by Peter Nolan Smith

September 1, 2023 – 1:04 pm

America was in a deep recession during the summer of 1974 and I had returned to Boston after a two-month hitchhiking trip across the USA to discover that banks and corporations weren’t hiring long-haired college graduates. I finally found work at the Shaba, an Israeli restaurant on Beacon Hill, as the cook. I had never […]

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