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 Last Gasps of Harvest Season, Sound Avenue, Wading River, New York,” Andre Carrotflower, 2022

Image credit: Andre Carrotflower, CC BY-SA 4.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

“Window,” photo by XoMEoX, 2017

Photo credit: XoMEoX, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

“Portrait de la Femme de l’Artiste,” Paul Émile Chabas, 1895

“Portrait of the Artist’s Wife.”  Oil on canvas.

I am Tyler Nolan.

The first rule of Slight Club is that you’re not invited.

See what I did there?



The cool people at Spillwords Press published my “Weeping Willow Haiku.”

You can find it right here.  🙂

Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K and the rest of the staff at Spillwords Press!



Gold Memento Mori Pendant, 18th Century

L0035565 A gold memento mori pendant
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A gold memento mori pendant, used to remind the user of the transience of life and material luxury, containing a decaying corpse inside a coffin. (Open)
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18th Century Published: –
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“Widening Circles,” Ranier Maria Rilke

I live my life in widening circles
that reach out across the world.
I may not complete this last one
but I give myself to it.

I circle around God, around the primordial tower.
I’ve been circling for thousands of years
and I still don’t know: am I a falcon,
a storm, or a great song?



“Ingeborg,” Peter Nicolai Arbo, 1868