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.

Thunderstorm fun.

Either the lights are flickering or I am having a stroke.

Admittedly, neither possibility excludes the other.



“Abelard and His Pupil Heloise,” Edmund Blair Leighton

The Piker Press publishes a photo of mine.

The Piker Press published a photo today that I took of a hungry butterfly in Warrenton, Virginia.  You can find it right here.

Thanks to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share it!  🙂



“Forest Before the Storm,” Ivan Shishkin, 1872

Oil on canvas.

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My Facebook friends wanted me to make a meme out of my Ellen Ripley post.

So here it is.

Okay … in a deleted scene for “Aliens” (1986), Ripley is shown to have had a child, blah, blah, blah. But deleted scenes are not canon, My Dudes.

Postscript —  my fellow nerds know that this message works equally well with Ms. Selina Kyle.



Ben there.

Source: Shadows Within My Mind on Facebook

Cover to “House of Secrets” #113, Jack Sparling, 1973

DC Comics.

Erasmus predicts Dunning-Kruger.

“The Fool” from “Basel’s Dance of Death” by Matthäus Merian, 17th Century

Waiter? CHECK, please.

Hey, I do realize that there are certain gifted individuals among us who can tell that something is “fake” simply because they dislike it.  So fact-checking is really only necessary for those of us who lack such rarefied discernment.