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.

Cover to “The Red Mother” #2, Jeremy Haun, 2020

BOOM! Studios.

“Tis not too late to seek a newer world …”

1408?

Is this the haunted Nail Salon & Spa?  It’s even named for NYC, which is where Stephen King’s dooming eponymous hotel room tormented poor Mike Enslin.

That’s some synchronicity worthy of The Dark Tower.  FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE BEAM.




Cover to “MAD Magazine” #152, Nick Meglin, 1972

EC Comics.

“Clever girl.”

You KNOW how I love puns and portmanteaus, etc., etc.

Someone just called me “Nolandsman” and I am over the moon.



“Das Eismeer,” Caspar David Friedrich, circa 1824

“The Sea of Ice.”  Oil on canvas.

“The days lengthen slowly in January, but the cold deepens.”

“The days lengthen slowly in January, but the cold deepens.”

— Henry David Thoreau



“Whippoor … whippoor … whippoor …”

Why did biology class never teach us to interpret the weird sounds our bodies would start making at around age 52? Instead it was all about the pistils and the stamens and the mitochondria and the cell division.

I swear to you, something in my left flank just made a noise like half a whippoorwill call — but with a wistful timbre to it.

If I call my doctor tomorrow and ask him about wistful-whippoorwill-kidney, he’s going to dump me as a patient. Because he’s put up with a lot of shit up until now.