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Drunk in Moscow, Not Idaho 1994

July 13, 2024 – 1:23 am

In 1994 I traveled from Malaysia to Paris on Aeroflot. The Kuala Lumpur-Karachi-Dubai-Moscow-Paris flight time to Moscow totaled about 24 hours. None of them were comfortable in the flimsy chairs of the Soviet era jetliner. Disembarking at Moscow, I discovered that my connecting flight to Charles De Gaulle was delayed until the next morning. A […]

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La Belle Francoise Hardy 1944-2024

June 13, 2024 – 3:07 am

Francoise Hardy remains an icon of beauty. The brunette had tons of hits in the 1960s. Francoise was the ultimate Yeh-Yeh Girl. Sadly Francoise Hardy passed this past week. But Mlle. Hardy remains a beauty. And Forever. “When I write, it is always the melody that comes first, and it just happens to be the […]

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THE ONLY YEH YEH GIRL By Peter Nolan Smith

June 12, 2024 – 5:20 am

The teenagers of the 1950s worshipped Marilyn Monroe, James Dean, and Buddy Holly as dead gods. My generation preferred the living and the stars of the 1960s were transported by TV and radio to my family house south of Boston. Bob Dylan’s BLOWING IN THE WIND knocked Elvis off his throne and the Beatles enthralled […]

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The Shadow of Le Cafe de Flore

April 20, 2024 – 9:04 am

The Shadows of the Cafe de Flore Out on the Myrtle Avenue terrace composing a poem about le’ terrasse de le Cafe de Flore. The City of light will always hold a good part of my soul Early April Evening On Myrtle Avenue The neighborhood Afoot on the sidewalk The car traffic dying down Not […]

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La Ruche Petite Dejeuner 1985

April 13, 2024 – 8:35 am

A rainy morning Impasse de Danzig La Ruche The gray morning light lays as an allure On your bare skin My hand glides up your divine spine To rest beneath an angel wing shoulder. Heartbeat steady My fingers memorize the eternity of your youth. This touch will last forever. I think___ The door opens Your […]

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