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First Literary Review-East publishes my “Milky Way Haiku.”

I am quite honored to report tonight that First Literary Review-East published my “Milky Way Haiku.”  You can find it right here.

Thanks again, Editor Cindy Hochman, for deeming my work worthy of publication!




“Beatrice,” Odilon Redon, 1885

Pastel on paper.

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“Few people know how to take a walk.”

Via the English Literature Facebook page.

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Throwback Thursday: “M*A*S*H” (1972-1983)

“M*A*S*H” turned 50 years old this past Saturday, folks.  It debuted on September 17, 1972, and ran for 11 seasons.  (The “M*A*S*H” feature film preceded it by two years — the movie was itself an adaptation of Richard Hooker’s 1968 novel MASH: A Novel About Three Army Doctors.)

So the show is as old as I am.  And that’s pretty old.

This show was an institution when I was growing up.  It was just one of those shows that seemed like it had always been there — like the original “Star Trek” (1966-1969).  It was beloved of my dad and older siblings, even if I was too young to fully appreciate it at the time.  Dear lord, did it make people laugh.



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Cover to “Under the Radar” Issue 67, September 2020

Portrayed is Phoebe Bridgers.

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stupid overengineered alarm clock

HAL 9000 was easier to deal with

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“Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein”

I watched “Abbott and Costello Meet Frankenstein” (1948) last night on Nolan’s Insomniac Theater.  (Universal monster movies occasionally can help on nights like that.)  It was a lot of fun.

Lou Costello really was a genius, with his madcap physical comedy; he reminds me of Robin Williams every time I see him.  The blink-and-you-miss-it tablecloth bit toward the end is priceless.



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Croatian cover to “Grendel Tales: Devils and Deaths,” Matt Wagner, 1996

Dark Horse Comics.

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“Blue,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Blue is burning bright and deep
in the gardens of my sleep.
The ordered flowers of my dreaming
Mirror summer mid-day’s gleaming,
at attention, standing guard,
all about a child’s yard.

I am aging now.  Does this
set the night to reminisce
and move my dreaming eye to roam
the backyard of my boyhood home?
There a firm azure replaces
all the old remembered faces.
There the bright battalion smolders —
upright rows of bluebell soldiers.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2022



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Photo credit: By MichaelMaggs – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=2704582

“Damocles,” Thomas Couture, 1866

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