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.

In Virginia, everyone is your friend.

Complete strangers will give you huge smile and a fist bump and say, “Keep on rockin’, Baby.”

I swear to you, New York is not like this.

I indeed WILL keep on rockin’, Sir. Thank you.



Cover to “Robin II” #1, Kevin Maguire & Dick Giordano, 1991

DC Comics.

Poster for “Reservoir Dogs” (1992)

Miramax.

Chandelier e-zine publishes “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves”

I’m so happy to tell you here that my poem “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves” was published today in Chandelier e-zine.

You can find it right here.

Chandelier is a superb online magazine published twice a year by Bulb Culture Collective.  It features previously published writing that reflects each issue’s theme; the Summer 2025 issue’s theme is Blazing.

I am grateful to Editors L.M. Cole & Jared Povanda for deciding that my poem, with its various depictions of burning, was a good fit.

Like a great storyteller once wrote, “It was a pleasure to burn.”  🙂



Photo of an abandoned house in Poland by Kamil Czaiński, 2021

Stare Chałupki district.

“She looked over his shoulder/ For vines and olive trees …”

She looked over his shoulder
For vines and olive trees,
Marble well-governed cities
And ships upon untamed seas,
But there on the shining metal
His hands had put instead
An artificial wilderness
And a sky like lead.

— opening lines from W. H. Auden’s “the Shield of Achilles”



Photo of Manhattan by Métneki János, 1968