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NAKED TO THE COLD SEA by Peter Nolan Smith

September 20, 2024 – 8:17 am

In the early 70s Che and me stand on Nauset’s nude beach The two of us Hippies not yet punks___ A thick ledge of wet seaweed Covered the high tide mark. Off with our clothes We lay on the cool green algae Our bare bodies sinking beneath the sludge Comforted by the endless ocean The […]

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Going Up Country – Thai Style

April 26, 2024 – 8:49 am

Back in the 60s during their Woodstock concert Canned Heat had a small hit GOING UP COUNTRY. “Going up country, baby, do you want to come along?” After Altamont longhairs abandoned the rip-offs, bummers, and downers of the big cities to establish Aquarian communes in the hinterland offering free love, organic food, and reefer to […]

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After Bathing At Baxter’s – The Jefferson Airplane

April 18, 2024 – 10:22 am

The Milton town library added another angle to my education. The head librarian recognized my thirst for knowledge and allowed my taking out adult books at the age of ten. I read Nicholas Kakanzakis’ THE LAST TEMPTATION OF CHIRST, Balzac’s A HARLOT HIGH AND LOW, Prescott’s CONQUEST OF MEXICO, OM BURKE’s TRAVEL AMONGST THE DERVISHES. […]

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December 4, 1978 – East Village – Journal

December 14, 2023 – 11:11 am

4:10am I lie on the living room floor. My ribs hurt less that way. Vincent Price was killing zombies on the TV and the NY Sunday Times is scattered besides me. I’m reading the back pages of the travel section, wishing I had enough money to buy a round-the-world ticket. $1100. I only have $78 […]

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NORTH END MIRACLE by Peter Nolan Smith

May 14, 2023 – 7:16 am

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 […]

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