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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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A Last Night At the Royal Lieu

August 15, 2023 – 12:37 pm

Paris was a beautiful city in 1985. I worked the door at several nightclubs around the city. My bosses were Albert and Serge. We also had a club in London, the Cafe de Paris, and another in Nice, Le Nautique. Jacques was my partner at the door. The ex-con was a soothing balm to my […]

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SO LONG AGO

January 24, 2023 – 2:25 am

My 31st birthday party at Jurgen’s house on Rue de la Tour with Bridget, Tony, Tracy, Alfredo, Karine, Diana, Olivier, T, Rufus, David, Philip Brook, everyone absolutely smacked out on Persian brown. Tony, Traci, and Julie Cole were the only straight person. The less about this evening the better. Tony later said, “Anyone who can […]

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12:09PM Prosecco High Noon

June 18, 2022 – 1:19 am

In 1970 Xaverian-Westwood High School was all-boy. I was a math major. My foreign language was German. Typing 101 was for football players. Our team was State Champs. 9-0 in the Catholic Conference. Typing 101 class was taught by a woman instead of a black robed brother. Every student was male. I took Creative Writing […]

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ALMOST A DEAD MAN by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 1

June 21, 2019 – 2:24 pm

Greta showed for an evening rendezvous in Hamburg’s harbor district. She was dressed in slick leather and arrived on time in anticipation of a sordid evening of sex with her lover. The tall blonde got out of her car. Willi was not on the desolate street. She heard footsteps and a black man and a […]

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