I’m honored to share here today that The Piker Press has published an older poem of mine, entitled “Lying Close.” You can find it right here.
Thanks yet again to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to be a part of this wonderful creative community!
“The Dryad,” Anne Brigman, 1905
I am still definitely on the mend, folks.
I haven’t been posting much, but that’s because I am TIRED AS HELL, not because I am dying or anything.
I can feel myself getting incrementally better. It’s just a slow process.
Cover art for “Faraway, So Close! Original Motion Picture Soundtrack,” 1993
Sony Pictures Classics.
What’s in a name?
Somebody just e-mailed me some coronavirus information, but he told me his source was “Doctor Specious,” and now I’m thinking twice about EVERYTHING this dude has ever said to me.
I didn’t choose the coronavirus life; the coronavirus life chose ME.
Yeah, turns out I was next up on the dance card for this colossal prick of a pathogen. I had a positive reading on an antigen test tonight. (If you haven’t ordered your free tests from the federal government, you should do so. It’s quick and easy.)
Fun fact — did you know that most biologists agree that viruses are not technically “alive?” Sure, they can replicate and adapt to their environment, but they can’t do things like grow, or produce their own energy, or remain internally stable (homeostasis). So they can’t actually pass the basic criteria for what scientists consider “life.”
So, if you think about it, I and my fellow Covid-afflicted Americans are fighting zombies.
Please … do what you can not to catch this and subsequently spread it further. Be a Rick Grimes and not one of The Whisperers.
Today’s agenda — contact my friend in seminary.
Ask him if a Jesus-shaped ice-pop is an example of eisegesis.
I’ll show myself out.
C’mon. This is GOLD. I am CLEVER. (I am indeed tired of explaining to everybody that I am clever.)
“Saudade,” José Ferraz de Almeida Júnior, 1899
“Longing.”
Sigh. Mama told me there’d be days like this.
Actually, she didn’t. This f***ed up apocalyptic shit is what I was warned about by “The Stand,” “Planet of the Apes,” George A. Romero and 80’s-era comic books.
Honorable mention goes to the TV adaptation of “The Third Wave.”
The Roanoke Times publishes my letter about the Ukrainian people.
I’m very happy today to learn that The Roanoke Times has published my letter to the editor about the war in the Ukraine. You can find it right here:
Letter: A hopeful heart amid despair
Thanks, as always, to the editorial staff of The Roanoke Times for allowing me to share my thoughts.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 