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.

Cover to “Superman: Peace on Earth,” Alex Ross, 1999

DC Comics.

I scream for ice cream.

So I noticed recently that there’s a new ice cream joint on South Jefferson Street.  (At least I think it’s new; it takes me forever to notice anything.)

It looks auspicous.  I might just go looking for a tall chocolate milkshake into which to drown my sorrows.



Poster for “Alien Resurrection” (1997)

20th Century Studios.

— from  Mark Anthony’s Twin Flames

 

Source: “It is what it is” on Facebook

Trees at the University of Mary Washington, photo by Morgan Riley, 2007

Formerly Mary Washington College.  Photo taken from Campus Walk.

Photo credit: Morgan Riley, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

Spillwords Press features “Ode to a Polish Plum Cake”

Spillwords Press today featured my short poem, “Ode to a Polish Plum Cake.”  You can find it right here.

Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this truly fun creative community!



“Whatever you’re meant to do, do it now.”

Source: Philosophaire21 on Facebook

Photo of Charles Bukowski at home with writers Mary Ann Swissler and Mat Gleason, 1988

San Pedro, California.

Photo credit: Artgal73, CC BY 2.5 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.5&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

“Our dream of safety has to disappear.”

A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

—  from W. H. Auden’s “Leap Before You Look”



Photo credit: ” Cliff in the Moonlight,” Rufin Sudkovsky, 1880