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Watch it.

Don’t call ME silver-haired; I’m MORALLY GRAY, Baby.

[stalks off ambiguously]



Eric Robert Nolan – “Confession”

I am thrilled today to share some wonderful news — my poem “Confession” was published by The Galway Review in The Republic of Ireland. It is quite an honor for me to see my work selected by such an esteemed publisher; I am grateful indeed to Managing Editor Ndrek Gjini and to the Board of Editors at The Galway Review.

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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…

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“Death and the Woodman,” Jean de La Fontaine, 1776

Mezzotint.

V0042169 A woodcutter shows Death his pile of wood. Mezzotint.
V0042169 A woodcutter shows Death his pile of wood. Mezzotint. Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org A woodcutter shows Death his pile of wood. Mezzotint. Published: – Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

“Demurring Haiku”

Demurring under
timeless, freezing, reeling stars
is this nascent spring.


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Everything’s coming up Milhouse!

Life is … good?

It’s a nascent spring with balmy air.  I love my little Southern city and my kind neighbors.  My friends are the best.

I’ve lost some of that pot belly.  I recovered from coronavirus.  There are beautiful, amazing people in my life who enchant me and inspire me and make me laugh.  I’m getting nice compliments about my writing from strangers, and I’m excited about some new goals there.

Am I in danger of becoming happy?



Illustration of Death, Soren Lünd, 1900

Etching.

V0042256 A ghost-like figure of Death appears riding on a horse holdi
V0042256 A ghost-like figure of Death appears riding on a horse holdi Credit: Wellcome Library, London. Wellcome Images images@wellcome.ac.uk http://wellcomeimages.org A ghost-like figure of Death appears riding on a horse holding a scythe. Reproduction of an etching by Soren Lünd, 1900. By: Soren LündPublished: – Copyrighted work available under Creative Commons Attribution only licence CC BY 4.0 http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

Holy socks, Batman!

Or … holey socks. Time to buy more.

I have no idea why I do a number on socks the way I do. Must be my cloven hooves.

Update — a pal of mine on Facebook jumped in to suggest that I have “clown hooves,” and I think that’s an inspired rejoinder.



“Haiku for a Coy-Eyed Girl”

Feign innocence, you
sly, lascivious dove, you
feral butterfly.



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“Haifa,” Léon-François Comerre

Poster for “Aliens” (1986)

20th Century Studios.

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