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.

Just a tiny abandoned train trestle over a tiny creek.

Off Brandon Avenue SW.  I thought it was neat.

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Poster for “Fear the Walking Dead” Season 3 (2017)

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Leave it to … beaver?

I’ll be honest with you … the jury is still out with me about whether this is actually a beaver dam in the Roanoke River.  Is it possible that this is just a collection of detritus?

One or two of my Southern friends have assured me that it indeed looks like a dam.  But I’m not sure if they’re messing with me or not.

I know I saw movement down there that one night in May when I passed over it on the bridge.  But it was dark.

And I realized earlier tonight that I could have been seeing another group of animals entirely.  After I took the pictures you see below, I passed over that bridge yet again, and  I got excited when I saw a critter down there.  I grabbed my phone and started shooting video … until I recognized the distinctive striped tail of a raccoon.  Little masked bandit had me fooled.  He even saw me looming after him, and shot me what looked like an embarrassed look before scampering off.



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“The Lady In Lavender,” Mary Bradish Titcomb

Oil on canvas.

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(Though it’s ironically a good portmanteau.)

A bad adaptation is a badaptation.



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“Wild nights – Wild nights!” by Emily Dickinson

Wild nights – Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile – the winds –
To a Heart in port –
Done with the Compass –
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden –
Ah – the Sea!
Might I but moor – tonight –
In thee!


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“The Green Sofa,” Sir John Lavery, circa 1903

Oil on canvas.

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“Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” selected for the upcoming Gathering Poetry Anthology

I received some really nice news this morning — my poem “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” has been selected for the upcoming Gathering Poetry Anthology.  The anthology is being developed by Local Gems Press (which I was surprised to realize today is actually based on my native Long Island, New York.)  Gathering is also being created by Poets Anonymous, which has provided a venue for poets since 1991.

This is a wonderful opportunity to share my voice; I am grateful to James P. Wagner, Publisher of  Local Gems Press, along with Lesley Tyson and Megan McDonald at Poets Anonymous.



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Throwback Thursday: “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” (1989)!

I remember seeing “Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade” in the theater with my 11th grade girlfriend.  When it was released, we thought this third entry in the film series would be the last.  (Blockbusters tended to run in trilogies back then.)  And what a great ostensible send-off it was!  Indy was back, in fine form, doing what he did best — punching Nazis.  Casting Sean Connery as his father was a stroke of genius, and the chemistry between him and Harrison Ford was priceless.

A couple of astute film fans on Facebook pointed out that 1989 was a great year for movies.  This was the summer when Tim Burton’s “Batman” came out, along with “The Abyss,” “Lethal Weapon 2,” “Pet Sematary” and “Dead Poets Society.”  Seriously, look at this list.  It’s insane.