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Copps Hill Cemetery

October 27, 2023 – 10:30 am

On an October afternoon I wandered through the Copps Hill Cemetery One of the oldest in Boston. HP Lovecraft wrote a story About tunnels running Underneath the graves To a hellish world. Pickman’s Model “There were witches and what their spells summoned; pirates and what they brought in from the sea; smugglers; privateers—and I tell […]

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Letter To Jocko – A Wedding

October 27, 2023 – 9:57 am

Two weekends ago I had a great trip up to a wedding south of Boston. Brigette and I thought about renting a car, but resisted the corporate brainwashing instructing the masses that they can’t live without a car. We took the 8am bus to South Station, wandered about the Fort Channel, and headed down 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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Bound to Burn at the Stake

August 24, 2023 – 9:01 pm

Written April 22, 2009 My Argentinean friend, Dampira, send a Facebook survey of what Biblical character she would be. The website search engine decided Deborah, a prophetess of the Old Testament. My apostasy forced a rude reaction. “Better you were Mary Magdalene. A fucking whore.” Dampira was taken aback at my vehemence and I explained […]

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BLESS ME FATHER by Peter Nolan Smith

August 23, 2023 – 8:38 am

Written February 10, 2022 My First Holy Communion and Confirmation of Faith to the Catholic Church took place at a church in Maine in 1960. My mother dressed me in white to symbolize the purity of my soul, although she had me wear a red jacket with a black velvet lapel. I had a fight […]

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