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.

This spring is in full swing.

Roanoke, Virginia, May 2018.

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“The Little Goose Girl of Mezy,” Léon Augustin L’Hermitte, 1892

Oil on canvas.

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“LOVE” artwork outside Salem Public Library.

Salem, Virginia, May 2018.

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“Lucifer,” Franz von Stuck, circa 1890

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A plethora of poetry!

These mini-books arrived for me last night, courtesy of Robert Hansen and Poems-For-All.  Thanks, Robert!

 

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Cover to “The Twisted Tales of Bruce Jones” #3, Bruce Jones, 1986

Eclipse Comics.

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“Just look at the flowers, Lizzie.”

“Just look at the flowers.”

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“Vase des Roses,” Henri Fantin-Latour, 1875

Painting in private collection: Julian and Josie Robertson, New York, NY.

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I don’t know macrophotography from a hole in the ground.

Hence that first picture (of a hole in the ground).  I swear to you that I almost stepped in it and broke my leg.  I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again — you people have no idea what I go through to bring you these pictures.

What kind of burrow is that, anyway?  Gopher?  Wolverine?  Badger?  Why do I want so badly for it to be a badger burrow?  Is it because badgers are cool, and I haven’t seen one yet in Virginia?  Is it just the alliteration and consonance of “badger burrow?”  Wouldn’t that make a great name for a roadside bar or restaurant?  I’m rambling again.

 

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“Girl With A Pink Rose,” William McGregor Paxton

Date unknown.  Oil on canvasboard.

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