Tag Archives: boston

ANCIENT PORN by Peter Nolan Smith

Pornography is derived from the Greeks linking two words; prostitute and I read. The portrayal of sexual acts can be traced to pre-Ice Age. Scientist claim a naked figurine carved from a mammoth ivory was man’s first attempt at figurative representation. Opponents to this thought counter that lurid images were not found amongst the thousands […]

NORTH END MIRACLE by Peter Nolan Smith

Throughout my childhood my mother cooked dinner for six kids and every Friday evening she drove our station wagon into Boston. We picked up my father at 50 Milk Street, where he worked for Ma Bell as an electrical engineer. He took the wheel and headed to a restaurant. Throughout my childhood my mother cooked […]

OUT ON THE RUNWAY

The East Village lays west of the East River. I loved their with the hillbilly girlfriend in 1978. Alice was a little bit country and a lot of David Bowie. Insomnia was a family trait and my mind wandered the world before dawn In the tenement apartment I marveled at the marble whiteness of her […]

A MOTHER’S LAST WISH by Peter Nolan Smith

After Christmas 1997 my mother entered the final stages of her battle with cancer. These last rounds were not a pretty site, but her beauty remained intact to the end. Several days after the New Year my mother held my hand and said, “I’m so happy I made Christmas.” “Me too.” I thought about John […]

IF ONLY FOR TONIGHT

1990 Boston during the race for mayor with the do-gooding incumbent was hard pressed by his challenger over tales of his regime’s unbridled corruption and the voters, who knew too well corrupt politicians, were rooting for the newcomer’s victory, so he could send the current Mayor to Walpole State Prison. Bostonians loved the fall of […]