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“The Maiden,” Gustav Klimt, 1913

Oil on canvas.

Then again, maybe it’s a mooed point.

I really want a group of my peers to persuade me of something that they already agree upon.

I’ve heard that this “herd mentality” is a good protection against coronavirus.

Think about it — how many cows do you know who’ve caught it?

“Temeridad de Martincho en la Plaza de Zaragoza,” Francisco Goya, circa 1815

“The Recklessness of Martincho in Zarazoga Square.”  Etching.

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The Piker Press publishes “prayer upon an empty hilltop”

I’m honored today to see my poem “prayer upon an empty hilltop” appear over at The Piker Press.

You can find it right here.

Thanks, as always, to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to see my work in such a terrific online indie lit magazine!

Cover to “Red Skull: Incarnate” #1, David Aja, 2011

Marvel Comics.

I saw Black Widow!

But it wasn’t this year’s upcoming Marvel Cinematic Universe movie — it was a real goddam highly venomous spider on the outside of my garbage pail just now. (The signature red hourglass marking would be on its underside.) I would have loved to find Scarlett Johansson clinging to the side of my garbage pails, but generally my luck doesn’t work like that.

My neighbor found it and pointed it out to me, and my Internet search indeed seems to confirm that it is of the Southern Black Widow Spider (Latrodectus mactans) species. I also learned two fun facts: 1) “black widows” are actually several species of spiders that are also called “true widows,” which I find vaguely poetic, and 2) these are the most venomous spiders in North America. The female’s bite is approximately 15 times more potent than than a rattlesnake bite. Okay … that second fact is probably more terrifying than it is “fun.”

My neighbor also started telling me other black widow facts, like how if you find one, you can expect to find more because of … mating season or something, but I literally walked away as fast as I could, because that’s the kind of fatally depressing news I expect from the national news.

Anyway, my best friend got a new pet just yesterday, and she keeps showing off her hamster pics — so maybe this is my way of keeping up with the Joneses.

 

 

“On les aura! 2e Emprunt de la Défense Nationale.” World War I poster, Abel Faivre, 1916

“We will know! 2nd National Defense loan.”  Color lithograph.  France.

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“The Binch,” by Rob Suggs

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“The Binch,” by Rob Suggs

Every U down in Uville liked the U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! The whole U.S. way!
Now don’t ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.

But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
“They’re doing their business,” he snarled from his perch.
“They’re raising their families! They’re going to church!
They’re leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S’s and U’s from surviving!”
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U’s and the S’s,
Would put on their…

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Never Forget.

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“Imagine the Moon as Companion,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Imagine the moon as companion,

and it will bring you ease on sleepless nights.

Smile at its quiet path,

its torpid, bright accord of lighted arc,


as though its delaying were willful –

-its timeless passage ponderous

to pass the time with you.


For if you find the moon familiar,

it will do what all true friends do:

it will ever smile back.


And, no matter what the world’s disorders,

what woes will weight your days and bind your nights to waking,

what griefs will clamor after you at night in heavy voices, as laden refrains in your heart,

what other departures, when lights you know in other hearts revolve and fall away in their own other, foreordained arcs,

the moon will always return to you.

The moon is more certain than even your own sorrows.


Think about it.

Light is infrequent in space — in existence.

Think about the unlikeliness of it …

the moon’s honorarium of precious metal,

moving and unvarying among measureless cold spaces to find you as it elegantly burns.


It’s almost inconceivable –eternity is mostly darkness, yet

your little corner of night’s nigh infinite black is made a rare and argent, kindled silver,

meant uniquely for you,

as bright, and nearly as beautiful, as you are.


(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2020

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