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 “Alien Vs. Predator: Thicker Than Blood” #1, Chun Lo, 2019

Dark Horse Comics.

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“Nattering Harpy Short Poem,” by Eric Robert Nolan

I abhor your bland insistence,
yet admire your persistence.
Nag on, you resolute harpy!

 

 

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Illustration of a Harpie by Jean-Baptiste Coriolan, Monstrorum Historia, Ulisse Androvandi, 1642

Poster for “Alien 3” (1992)

20th Century Fox.

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“The cities swept about me like dead leaves …”

“The cities swept about me like dead leaves, leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches. I would have stopped, but I was pursued by something. It always came upon me unawares, taking me altogether by surprise. Perhaps it was a familiar bit of music. Perhaps it was only a piece of transparent glass.”

― Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie

 

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Throwback Thursday: Wacky WallWalkers!!!

Okay, the Apple Jacks commercial below is a pretty regrettable example of 1980’s cornball marketing buffoonery.  I’ll tell you what, though — I have fond memories of that wicked-cool glow-in-the-dark Wacky Wallwalker that came as the cereal box prize.  (I am linking her to the DJ Nurse Annabella Youtube channel, by the way.)

Had I gotten mine as a prize with Apple Jacks?  I guess.  I know my mom had returned from the store with these for me once or twice.  (They were the non-glowing variety, but they were still fun as hell.)  She only partly regretted her decision when it became apparent that they left vague streak marks on white walls.  When these cheap toys started losing their key adhesiveness, all you had to do was wash them with soap to make them sticky again.  That might have had something to do with it.

That definitive treasure trove of information, Wikipedia, informs me that Wacky Wallwalkers are made from “elastomer.”  And they raked in about 80 million dollars for the Japanese-American inventor who bought the rights to the toy around 1983 from their prior owner in Japan.

I swear I want to play with one of these right now.

 

Cover to “House of Mystery” #191, Neal Adams, 1971

DC Comics.

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I’m Down in the Dirt with my Social Isolation!

Seriously, though, the May 2020 issue is a great read — even if page 14 has a poem by that weirdo Eric Nolan guy.

 

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“Heptu Bidding Farewell to the City of Obb,” John Duncan, 1909

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Winedrunk Sidewalk features “Contagion is a Despot Poet”

I am so pleased to share here that another poem of mine was published today over at Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland — it’s my recent short poem entitled “Contagion is a Despot Poet.”

You can find it right here.

Thanks again, Editor John Grochalski, for allowing me to join the community over at Winedrunk Sidewalk!

 

 

(She walked into that one.)

I was talking to a writer friend over the phone last night about how we could encourage each other to return our respective works in progress.

Her: “If I could sketch out time on my schedule, I think I could work on it on a regular basis.”

Me: “If I could turn back time — if I could find a way — I’d take back those words that hurt you, and you’d stay.”

(I know it was a corny joke, but I still thought it was good enough to Cher.)

 

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