I was one of the lucky (and old, I suppose) people who saw “Aliens” (1986) in the theater. (I am linking here, by the way, to Grindhouse Movie Trailers.)
This trailer had one of the greatest taglines in history too — “Aliens: This Time, It’s War.”
My ghost poem has found a new home! The really cool people at Emerald City Ghosts published “This Windy Morning” today in their inaugural issue. You can find it right here:
Emerald City Ghosts is a new publisher of spectral things that are reminiscent of the Pacific Northwest (which, incidentally, is a place I have always wanted to visit). The Substack-based magazine’s aim is “to provide the internet with spooky, rain-drenched stories, poems, and reviews.” I am grateful to the editors for allowing me to be a part of the launch of such a unique and engaging publication.
I met a kitten
with whom I was smitten.
I laid frosted wheat
in front of her feet.
It was all that I had!
(My diet is sad.)
But she ran away
this sorrowful day.
Alright, look — I know that dry cereal is an idiotic treat with which to befriend a cat. But off-brand Frosted Shredded Mini-Wheat really was all I was carrying, besides a couple of Kit-Kat bars. (I am a poet, not a nutritionist, and I’d only needed those two things when I was out.)
I’ve never been 100 percent clear about whether it was a myth or not that chocolate was dangerous to animals (brand name notwithstanding). So of course I kept the candy in the bag.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 