This movie scared the PANTS off me when I was a little kid. It was released to theaters in 1979; I would have seen it a few years later when it played on broadcast television.
It made such a terrifying impression on me that I’m a little surprised I never developed even the mildest phobic response to mannequins. (I’ve met other adults for whom they are just too creepy.) They don’t bother me in the slightest. I feel the same way about clowns.
I received some terrific news a little while ago — Down in the Dirt magazine has selected my poem, “hens staring upward,” for publication in its March/April 2019 issue. The issue will be released on April 1, and will be available both in print and online. (The poem should also appear online this weekend at the Scars Publications website — I’ll post a link when it becomes available.)
Down in the Dirt is a diverse and wonderful literary magazine, and I am grateful to Editor Janet Kuypers for allowing my work to be featured alongside its many talented contributors.
“hens staring upward” was previously published by Dead Snakes and by Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.
I hope you all are looking forward to a great weekend!
My friend made eggs this morning that look like the martian from 1953’s “War of the Worlds.”
CHANGE MY MIND.
Don’t impede the centipede;
He’s in a rush (so hence his speed).
His hundred legs move him to feed
Upon a morsel in the weeds.
(c) 2018 Eric Robert Nolan
Hey … you guys think you are creeped out? At first I thought it was a caterpillar, and I almost scooped it up. If that isn’t a recommendation for needing new glasses, I don’t know what is.