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MAYBE TOMORROW – A novel – Chapter 1

November 1, 2024 – 12:51 pm

The November sun set behind the Jersey Palisades and flashed a feeble ray off a West Village window. The wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a lone youth tuning a battered guitar. The blonde twenty year-old appeared unaware of the approaching glow, then he broke into a smile shy of surprise, as the […]

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Cleveland Ho

November 1, 2024 – 1:02 am

In April of 2011 I drove south from New York to the Northern Fork in Virginia. Ms. Carolina was recovering from yet-another battle with cancer. Her husband thought my visit might cheer up the blonde beauty. The Potomac River was cold, but I jumped from their dock into the frigid water. Ms. Carolina laughed at […]

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Reading at Fort Tilden.

October 13, 2016 – 10:52 pm

This Saturday evening I will be reading the first chapter of my punk novel THE END OF MAYBE at the Rockaway Artist Alliance in Fort Tilden. Free Parking. I go on at 8ish. CHAPTER 1 The November sun flashed off a West Village window and the wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a […]

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MAYBE TOMORROW a punk novel by Peter Nolan Smith on KINDLE

April 26, 2014 – 2:17 am

CHAPTER 1 The November sun flashed off a West Village window. The wavering reflection stalked the Christopher Street pier to a lone youth tuning a battered guitar. The twenty year-old in a battered leather jacket broke into a sly smile, as the sapphire shimmer transformed the blonde leather boy into a fallen angel regaining his […]

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HOCKEY CHICK

February 10, 2013 – 3:56 pm

Back in the 90s I had an affair with a punk rock singer. Claudia wasn’t the prettiest girl in the East Village, in fact some of my friends considered her ugly, because of her long twisting nose, however Slatta liked me and no woman in New York had liked me for a long time, so […]

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