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 always wanted to be a wrap star.

I fear the geeks, even when they bring gifts.

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She’ll never guess what this is …

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Another miscalculation! I learned geometry from Common Core math.

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Catch up with “The Bees Are Dead.”

Be sure to stop over at The Bees Are Dead for some haunting and engaging dystopian poetry.

These include Alan Britt’s “Head First,” Malek Saleh Aweed’s “Agony’s Anthem,” and my own favorite among B.A.D.’s recently published poems, Strider Marcus Jones’ “The Mad Hatter Hiding in Dark Matter.”

Enjoy!

 

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Diego Velaquez’ “Venus at Her Mirror,” circa 1646

Oil on canvas.

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There should be a new drink called “The Donald Trump Presidency.”

There should be a new drink called “The Donald Trump Presidency.”  Any cheap Russian vodka will do, but the secret ingredient is that it needs to be bought illegally over the Internet.

Pour it in a “yuge” glass, stir it up like misguided populism, and insist that it’s “GREAT,” even if tastes like piss.  Then drink it until you’re a racist braggart and an imbecile who can’t form coherent sentences — or at least until you make sexually suggestive remarks about your own daughter.

It might taste like a bitter pill to a majority of Americans, but certain Republicans will cheerfully swallow it down like a fake news story.  The only danger is to Republican partygoers is that they might grow so belligerent that they fight amongst themselves, dividing their party.

 

 

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Sammy T’s in Fredericksburg is reopening!!

See Lindley Estes’ article yesterday in The Free Lance-Star!!

My alums and I have our road trip planned!  Have you?

http://www.fredericksburg.com/news/business/three-married-couples-coming-out-of-retirement-to-reopen-sammy/article_4979956d-3cf5-5956-ae0f-f265589af9ac.html

James Jowers’ “Tompkins Square Park,” 1967

Gelatin silver print.  George Eastman House collection.

Shadow-dwelling attic cats.

It isn’t just a metaphor my disordered thoughts any more.  There are literally two cats who routinely practice their ninjutso skills in my attic.

 

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“Table of Christmas Gifts for a Girl,” unknown artist, 1840

President-Elect Pun Monday?

Me:  Can we at least give Donald Trump credit for moving quickly to prepare for his presidency? He’s really Russian around to make these cabinet picks.

Pal:  I did Nazi that coming.

Me:  Let’s just not get upset over who he selects. If he makes a bad choice, So vi et.

Pal 2:  I have a hard time Putin my faith in this schmuck.