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 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.



Eric Robert Nolan featured in World of Poetry anthology.

Well, here’s a nice way to start the year — I found out this morning that my poetry was included in Cooch Behar Magazine’s latest anthology, World of Poetry.

You can find it right here over at Amazon.

Thanks, as always, to Editor Sourav Sarkar for featuring my work in yet another wonderful poetry book from India!



“January,” Alfons Mucha, 1899

From Les Douze Mois (The 12 Months), published in Cocorico magazine.

Source: Bookish Literature on Facebook

“The Sick Kitten” (1901)

Just a minute-long 1901 French silent film that was too much of an oddball find not to share here …

I am linking today to the British Film Institute.



Throwback Thursday: my (TERRIFYING) awkward phase!

⚠  WARNING — THIS POST MAY CONTAIN GRAPHIC OR DISTURBING IMAGERY.  ⚠  Is it any wonder that I am happier as an adult?  The first picture below was taken in the early 1980’s.  The latter was taken a couple of days ago.

Granted, I’m not exactly Chris Hemsworth now, but ya gotta admit that 53-year-old me is a damn sight better looking than 13-year-old me.  Adolescent Eric looks like a cross between an anemic Oscar Wilde and an accursed species of upright, hairless goat.

“Thanks for the trauma!” I told my sister after she texted it to me.

“It’s what I’m here for,” she told me.



Happy New Year!!!

Wishing all of you Happiness, Health and Prosperity in 2026!



French New Year’s greeting card, 1910

“Pop,” Franz von Stuck, 1895

The Inland Printer, Volume 16.