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.

“Hot Cop,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Things are getting way too serious up in here lately.  I’m trying to lighten the mood, so here’s a goofy short poem I wrote back in my NoVa days.  (For those outside this fair Commonwealth, “NoVa” is slang for “Northern Virginia.”)

Hot Cop
protects the Pentagon.
She’s the Lovely Blue Line, people.
You sure can’t call it
“Homely Security.”
If glances were misdemeanors
I’d be a suspect.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016

 

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Depiction of the cholera epidemic of 1835 in Palermo, Gabriele Castagnola

Lithograph.

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It’s like the Twinkie Defense! But stupider.

I picture a lot of defense lawyers out there mulling over a “Donald Trump defense” for drug dealers.

If I recommend to you that you inject yourself with an illegal narcotic, can I exonerate myself afterward by claiming that I was only “being sarcastic?”

Anyway, the below meme information, if you haven’t seen it already, was put out by the makers of  the makes of Lysol, following the president’s comments.

 

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“Tom, how COULD you be so noble?”

Soooooo … y’know …

Donald Trump tweeted three times today about the Nobel prize, in a confusing diatribe about news reporters.

Except he is consistently misspelling it as the “Noble Prize” in every tweet. Seriously, go look.

[Update:] Somebody should set up a “Noble Prize” system for Trump’s following.

They’d be superlative awards for the most spelling errors, the most attacks on a free press, the most disinfectants ingested, etc.

They could make the little trophies out of fool’s gold.

 

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Cover to “Contagion” #2, Juan Jose Ryp, 2019

Marvel Comics.

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“A non-writing writer is … a monster courting insanity.”

Writing sustains me. But wouldn’t it be more accurate to say that it sustains this kind of life? Which does not, of course, mean that my life is any better when I don’t write. On the contrary, at such times it is far worse, wholly unbearable, and inevitably ends in madness. This is, of course, only on the assumption that I am a writer even when I don’t write — which is indeed the case; and a non-writing writer is, in fact, a monster courting insanity.

— Franz Kafka, in a letter to Max Brod, 1922

 

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Cover to “House of Mystery” #205, Jack Sparling, 1972

DC Comics.

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Word of the day: “giifbalk.”

It’s Norwegian for “goofball.”

Or at least that’s what you tell your friend when you call her a goofball in a text but make the above typo.

 

 

Winedrunk Sidewalk features my Donald Trump Limericks!

I’m honored today to see Winedrunk Sidewalk: Shipwrecked in Trumpland publish five of my Donald Trump limericks!  You can find them right here.

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

 

 

Photograph of model and drawing based on it, Alfons Mucha, 1928

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