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THE BOUQUET OF RUINS by Peter Nolan Smith

February 8, 2024 – 9:22 am

Dec 1982 Some cities are best defined by songs such as APRIL IN PARIS or AUTUMN IN NEW YORK, but Hamburg defied music, especially as winter weather skimmed off the North Sea to besiege the harbor city with endless rain, cold, and darkness. Every day the night conquered a few more minutes of light and […]

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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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ALMOST A DEAD MAN by Peter Nolan Smith – CHAPTER 1

June 10, 2018 – 12:02 pm

A scurry of claws scratched across the damp basement floor and the woman on the battered chair lifted her black stiletto heels in horror, but rats were the least of her problems. This afternoon her lover had phone to suggest a rendezvous in Hamburg’s harbor district. She had arrived after dark in anticipation of an […]

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SNOW-WHIGGITY by Gianni Rage

July 30, 2014 – 2:27 pm

Gianni Rage posted this poesie. It tells of a time of the back then before the rich ruled Manhattan. It was our city and for a good reason. People like hookers, pimps, and dope fiends. They protected us from the rich. enjoy SNOW-WHIGGITY by Gianni Rage It doesn’t have a title ironically, that was not […]

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ALMOST A DEAD MAN -EXCERPT

February 7, 2007 – 2:20 am

unpublished novel by Peter Nolan Smith After the two waiters served the final dish of Cali’s 27-course birthday dinner, the orange sorbet  melted untouched by the satiated guests. 26 hours into the marathon feast at an Alstersee restaurant none dared check their watches, because they weren’t going anywhere, until the birthday boy finished his dessert. Their host fondled the […]

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