Category Archives: Sin

The Silence Of The Neponset River

June 23, 2020 – 7:53 pm

The Neponset River runs from the Foxborough marshes and the stream drops over two-hundred feet over the first twelve miles through the towns of Walpole, Sharon, Norwood, Canton, Westwood and Dedham before reaching Mattapan, which the First People called ‘a good place to sit’. Blue Hill Avenue crosses the river over a stone bridge before […]

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Life Is Illusion in the Combat Zone

February 18, 2020 – 6:47 pm

Back in 1969 Jerry Brendt took this photo of two brothers messing around with white girls. This was not Selma, but Boston’s Combat Zone where people could be people. The Caddy is a convertible and the girls love the horseplay. Everything seems perfect. Everything depends on your point of view or disposition. “it’s just a […]

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VOYEURS, EXHIBITIONISTS, CRIMINALS, AND MISANTHROPES – Jan 25 Reading at Howl Gallery

January 25, 2020 – 5:03 pm

January 25 @ 7:00 pm – 9:00 pm Howl Gallery 6 East 1st Street Writers Remember Times Square Noah Prince, Peter Nolan Smith, and Claudia Summers Confetti lingers in lonely gutters and the crevasses of the sidewalks. It spins upward through spiraling gusts of wind eventually landing again. Aside from your best intentions, nothing escapes […]

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Combat Zone Amnesia

January 11, 2020 – 2:10 am

In the 60s urban social scientists suggested to Boston officials that the city create an adult entertainment area between the bus station on Boylston Street and Chinatown to contain the wickedness of mankind. The experiment green-lighted prostitution, drag queens, piano bars, go-go bars, rent boys, and pornography along Washington Street and the adjacent blocks. The […]

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EVES IN THE FLESH

April 13, 2019 – 2:56 pm

In the winter of 1995 I was sitting at my desk in the diamond exchange, when Scottie Taylor phoned from LA. “How you doing?” “Great, I’m opening a Milk Bar in Beverly Hills. How’d you like to be the doorman?” The ex-lightweight mentioned the numbers. The salary was on par with what I earned selling […]

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