All posts by Eric Robert Nolan

Eric Robert Nolan graduated from Mary Washington College in 1994 with a Bachelor of Science in Psychology. He spent several years a news reporter and editorial writer for the Culpeper Star Exponent in Culpeper, Virginia. His work has also appeared on the front pages of numerous newspapers in Virginia, including The Free Lance – Star and The Daily Progress. Eric entered the field of philanthropy in 1996, as a grant writer for nonprofit healthcare organizations. Eric’s poetry has been featured by Dead Beats Literary Blog, Dagda Publishing, The International War Veterans’ Poetry Archive, and elsewhere. His poetry will also be published by Illumen Magazine in its Spring 2014 issue.

“The Kiss Of The Siren,” Gustav Wertheimer, 19th Century

“I survived a nail trim.”

This item at a Roanoke pastry shop reads “I survived a nail trim.”

There’s a lesson here for writers, though – if you’re unsure of your font or word spacing, ass a friend.



“The Young Man” from “Basel’s Dance of Death” by Matthäus Merian, 17th Century

“Would you like to know more?”

Cover to Slowdive’s “Golden Hair” (Live) single, 2019

Sonic Cathedral.

SmithaV awarded August 2024 Publication of the Month by Spillwords Press.

I hope you will join me in congratulating SmithaV for being awarded Spillwords Press Publication of the Month for August 2024.  You can find her wonderful poem “Empty Lines” right here.

(Thanks also to those of you who voted for me in the contest.  I certainly appreciate it.)



Variant cover “Batman Incorporated” #12, Guillem March, 2013

DC Comics.

If there is an emblem for bachelorhood, I’m pretty sure this is it.

It’s like the Westerosi sigil for House Unmarried.  (A delicious sigil.)

But, damn, I miss the baked mac-and-cheese served at Mary Washington College.  I know I’m not the only one.



Poster for “Dead Whisper” (2024)

Vertical.

I know nothing about this movie, but that poster is really cool.

(Please don’t deck me.)

Pal of mine built a custom deck for his backyard; he got offended when I referred to it as a “porch.”

Admittedly, it was a porch choice of words.