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.

I feel seen.

Somebody wrote me a note and wrote “Nolantheless” as a segue.

Oh, BRAVE new world that has such people in it.



“Women and books would teach his middle age/The fencing wit of an informal style.”

“Vocation,” by W. H. Auden (Part XII of “The Quest”)

Incredulous, he stared at the amused
Official writing down his name among
Those whose request to suffer was refused.

The pen ceased scratching: though he came too late
To join the martyrs, there was still a place
Among the tempters for a caustic tongue

To test the resolution of the young
With tales of the small failings of the great,
And shame the eager with ironic praise.

Though mirrors might be hateful for a while,
Women and books would teach his middle age
The fencing wit of an informal style,
To keep the silences at bay and cage
His pacing manias in a worldly smile.



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“Last Flowers,” Jules Breton, 1890

Oil on canvas.

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“Ooh, baby, baby, it’s a wild world.”

I got really excited the other night — I saw an immense, graceful heron glide over the Roanoke River to land beside a … beaver dam!!  Which had apparently always been there, but which had heretofore escaped my notice!  And there were beavers bobbing and swimming about!  (I’m guessing they are nocturnal?)

I tried to get pictures and video for the whole gang — but it was too dark.  The footage I shot was all shadow.

Then I made the mistake of excitedly posting the following on Facebook: “I just saw a beavers and a heron!”

The.  Jokes.  Will.  Not.  Stop.  (Sheesh, you people.)

This includes a lot of “heroin” comments.  I’m kinda surprised by the level of drug-related humor out there.



“OBX Beach Sunrise” (photo)

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

Cover to “Black Widow” #1, Adam Hughes, 2020

Marvel Comics.

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(She’ll be A-Okay.)

Pal of mine tonight: “I will need moral support!”

Me: “Will amoral support suffice? That’s kinda my thing.”



“Autumn Girl,” by Eric Robert Nolan

You
are
fully
a quarter of all seasons, and time, for all of every autumn gathers up in you.

Your
fair
face
is made from clear Septembers.
Your eyes are every October.
Novembers are your crown —
leaves ignite there — in the darkening harvest brushfire of your hair.

Let
Time
keep
weighted winter; diffident spring; sudoric summer.

Rather, fall across me,
rouse me to sensation,
stir me and touch me
as a cooling wind with scent of smoke.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2023



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Illustration: “Autumn,” Alfons Mucha, 1896

Cover to “Alternative Press” #99, March 2010

Portraying the musical group Mazzy Star.

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