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.

Memento mori, Giovanni Boldù, 1466

Why can’t we be Franz?

Morning in Roanoke, Virginia, January 2025

Campbell Avenue.

Cover to “Formerly Known as the Justice League” #1, Kevin Maguire & Joe Rubinstein, 2003

DC Comics.

“Aging itself does not bring wisdom.”

Illustration of Death surprising a blind man resting on a rock.

Stipple engraving.  I cannot ascertain the artist or date.

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“January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked naked beauty of the scraped blue skies …”

“January dry, hard, glittering, cold, and the wicked naked beauty of the scraped blue skies and the sun sparks ricocheting jazzily off car rooftops. Last night it was cold, suddenly, the loud big wind riproaring down from some no-man’s land of snow, and battering and blundering against windowframes, rocking them in their sockets, and barging into the flapping blinds, and shouldering through the brittle crackling trees: damned if I’m going to be raped by the North wind. I get up and close the window in the cold bare dark, and jump back desperately into bed, curling into a fetal position and warming my frigid hands between my thighs.

The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1953



Photo by Eric Robert Nolan, 2019

“We slide, almost without noticing, back into superstition and darkness.”

Graffiti in Melbourne, Australia, 2011

Melbourne Grafitti
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Gonna make myself a superhero, gonna call myself “The Gray Ghost.”

That’s “Grey” for the BritBuds.

Nobody tell me if the name is already taken.  If it is, I don’t want to know.

I know that “Gentleman Ghost” is an obscure DC Comics supervillain, and he can keep his schtick because, seriously, look at that guy.

And then there was Dark Horse Comics’ “Ghost” from my college years; she at least had a great sense of style.

But “The Gray Ghost” is mine.  I declare it.

UPDATE –I did not know at the time that I wrote this that it was the moniker of a Confederate General!  I will have to come up with another name.