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’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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“Byblis,” William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1884

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Gen-X music jokes? The more I look, the Morrissey.

Staying at home can be disorienting because every day feels the same.

I try to keep myself grounded with music. But then Morrissey comes on and every day is like Sunday.

 

 

“Bäume im Mondschein,” Carl Julius von Leypold, 1824

“Trees in the Moonlight.”  Oil on canvas.

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“The Philosopher,” by Eric Robert Nolan

She’s a painter in oils in the land of the blind —
and a sculptor over the dead.
The deaf will demur to her poetry
while epics roar in her head.

Like Cassandra, who spun futures
so dolefully from frenzied lips,
Her words are as mad to insensate hearts
as sea-sunk towers, desert ships.

Would that I could assuage that hearth
where her discernment smolders —
my hands around the hard and the white
limestone of her shoulders.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020

 

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“Evening Mood,” William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1882

This is a brilliant example of video editing.

Honestly.  I try to refrain from linking to Youtube videos on my blog, but this was too good not to share.  (I am linking here to the PoliticsJOE Youtube channel.)

I’m willing to bet R.E.M. would be proud.

 

“Flowers,” Abate Andrea Belvedere, 1680

Oil on canvas.

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