Poster for “The Last of Us” Season 2 (2025)

HBO.

This is how I glare at the drones circling overhead.

YOU SENT THEM, DIDN’T YOU?!!??!

Hey, whatever happened to those flocks of mystery zones that comprised a national mystery like … six months ago?  Do you guys remember that?  Everyone in the northeast was seeing drones and reporting them to the police and Congress and the FAA.

Did we ever find out what the deal was with that?



Poetry Hall (诗殿堂) bilingual journal translates three more of my poems into Chinese.

I’m honored today to see Poetry Hall (诗殿堂) yet again translate my poetry for its global population of Chinese readers.  Issue 28 of the quarterly bilingual journal includes the following three short poems: “Delaware Sheets” (特拉华床单), “Redbud Leaves” (紫荆叶), and “Sullen Robin Haiku” (愠怒知更鸟).

You can find Issue 28 over at Amazon right here.

As I’ve noted here in the past, Poetry Hall has a truly engaging publication format, in which poems appear in English along with their Chinese translations, side by side.

I am grateful to Editor in Chief Xu Yingcai and translator Zhang Ning for allowing me to share my voice with Chinese speakers throughout the world.

— Eric Robert Nolan 埃里 克·罗伯特·诺兰



“Venus, Cupid, Folly and Time,” Bronzino, circa 1545

Oil on wood.

Bull.

You guys know I love “28 Days Later,” but I’ve seen it multiple times and Sandra Bullock is NOT in the movie.



 

“And the end of all our exploring/ Will be to arrive where we started …”

“Goûter Dans la Cour de Ferme,” Évariste Carpentier

“Snack in the Farmyard.”  Oil on canvas.

Source: R. M. Engelhardt on Facebook

(I’m a man of few words.)

“WORD BLITZ.”

The actual World War II Blitz in London was probably less difficult.

Why do I suck at this?  The college friend with whom I play online routinely gets TEN TIMES my score.  (Dammit, Janet.)  You’d think I’d be good with words, what with all the poemy-type things and the stories and such.

Nope.  People who are currently LEARNING the English language are probably better at this than I am.

I’m terrible at Scrabble too.  So if we’re at a party together, do NOT pick me for your team!  

(I’m kidding, of course.  I don’t get invited to parties.)



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