Eric Robert Nolan’s writing has been featured throughout over 40 print and online publications in the United States, Canada, Britain, Germany, Australia and India. His work was also selected for ten anthologies, two chapbooks and six mini-books between 2013 and 2021. He is a past editor for The Bees Are Dead, and was a nominee for the Sundress Publications 2018 Best of the Net Anthology. Every Writer’s Resource named his poem “The Writer” as one of EWR’s Best of 2019.
In 2021, Eric’s reflections on the 9/11 terror attacks were carried by Newsday, The Roanoke Times, and The Bristol Herald Courier, reaching a combined readership of 561,000 people. 

“Confession”

Poetry is
Pornography for the heart
Lust in the lexicon.
It is ever The Nude Girl.

At its best,
It renders white pages into flesh tones and dark downy darts
Between legs.
It renders text
Into sex.
Mouthing the round words curved by assonance
Renders…

Martin Towers recently moved form Northern Ireland to Wales and now works there as a support worker. Moths are a big thing for him and the Angle Shades is his favourite.

Wasps Nest

An old man called Jimmy, nearly dead,
Gets up in a church hall and does a good dance.

A pigeon, dressed in grey, chases a crow
Who carries his mate’s egg.

A man walks into a village after fifty years.
Across a bridge.

Rain hangs in the sky like old curtains
Or ivy creepers reaching down.

The froth on the inside of a glass
Shows a man playing an accordion, with his legs wide apart.

You can take a man from the fields
But you cannot take the fields from the man.

In a place called Wasps Nest
A man remembers things.

A bird in a cage called redcap.
A girl in a shawl in cold weather