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.

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I can get arrested in Arizona now …

May 23, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

,.. because my old buddy Nate will help me beat the rap.

Congratulations to Mary Washington College alumnus Nate Wade for successfully winning his first case as Pima County Public Defender. You make the Class of 1994 proud.

In my mind, he will now forever be Matt Murdock — even though he probably doesn’t know who that is, because he has a healthy adult mindset instead of a closet full of comic books.

In my happiness for Nate’s success, I will forgive him for attacking me with shaving cream in the basement floor of Bushnell Hall in 1990. He thought it was *I* who locked him in the suite bathroom. (It was actually Will Shelbourne.)

I’ll also forgive him and his hifalutin lawyer friends for failing to fully appreciate the brilliance of my various “Perry Nateson” puns on Facebook.

Keep sticking up for the little guy, Nate!!

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Aside May 23, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

A high school friend told me last night that she googles my poetry when she misses me.

That might be the sweetest compliment I’ve received in a long time.

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“Words, those simple clumsy clay blocks …”

May 22, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Perhaps being free of language is a blessing for dogs.

“Why do you say that, why do you always have to hurt me?”

Since dogs are continually surprised when

those soft and easily broken tools called words

fail them time and again.

“I love you.”

Words, those simple clumsy clay blocks

that one hopes will support such enormous walls.

“I do, I love you.”

Words, those small weak things

that come tumbling out of men.

— from Toby Barlow’s “Sharp Teeth”

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Bucket list addition: manufacture and distribute my own “Blade Runner” t-shirt.

May 22, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

No image at all.

The front would read: “He say you Brade Runnah.”

The back would read, in all bold letters: “TELL ‘IM I’M EATING.”

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Eat your Wheaties!!!

May 21, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Just a quick reminder that my supernatural horror story, “The Song of the Wheat,” appears this month in “Under The Bed,” which can be purchased here for just $3.99:

http://www.fictionmagazines.com/shop/u-t-b/under-the-bed-vol-02-no-08/

Here’s a summary: “Under a limitless black firmament of summer night, an isolated Kansas farm holds secrets for two young children. Because when there are stories to tell and strange new friends to discover, little boys and girls need never be lonely.”

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This song is dedicated to lovers of wolves, werewolves, Lycans, Wolfen, Wolves of the Calla, Fenrisulfr, savantic wolves, etc.

May 20, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

And, incidentally, it comes from an amazing soundtrack from one of the greatest films of all time.

“HAVE YOU EVER SEEN A PORTAL?”

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Vegas vacation, Chinese tryrant.

May 19, 2014 Eric Robert Nolan Leave a comment

Weird $+I+ that only my writer friends say to me: “We’ll put an effigy of Mao Tse Tung in the back of the Cadillac.”

[This is about a planned vacation to Vegas. Dennis, Bro, you’re my Wingman, but every once in a while, I find myself out of my depth with you.]