All rooms in which you are absent
are endlessly and sadly silent.
Photo credit:Berenice Zambrano from DF, Mexico, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan
So here’s a cure for xenophobia.
All one needs to do is meet one of the immigrants who go COMPLETELY OUT OF THEIR WAY to be kind to me, even if they are working through a goddam freezing apocalyptic ice storm.
Being really decent and cool has nothing to do with where you were born.
I’ll take “batting out of his league” for a thousand, Alex.
I am Tyler Nolan.
The first rule of Slight Club is that you’re not invited.
See what I did there?
The cool people at Spillwords Press published my “Weeping Willow Haiku.”
Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K and the rest of the staff at Spillwords Press!
The Galway Review 14 anthology was released yesterday with my love poem, “Where Would We Go?”
I’m honored to be one of 17 poets worldwide whose work was selected for The Galway Review 14, the latest annual anthology from The Galway Review in the Republic of Ireland. My love poem “Where Would We Go?” appears on Page 60; it was first first published online by the journal a month ago.
You can order a copy by contacting The Galway Review directly at thegalwayreview@gmail.com.
This is the second time that my work has appeared in one of the journal’s yearly anthologies. Thanks once again to Managing Editor Ndrek Gjini and the rest of the leadership and staff of this distinguished publication.
Mary Washington College friends are the best.
My alumbud Rick Slagle: “My Mary Washington friend has been published again and I am enjoying my 2nd Eric Nolan book!”
Thanks, man!
I swear I am not making this up.
Irony is when you exit the dry cleaner and a HUGE flock of birds IMMEDIATELY takes flight and poop-bombs you like you were Dresden — which could NECESSITATE A SUBSEQUENT DRY CLEANING. (I actually do need to throw my jacket in the washer now.)
This is collusion. That lady feeds the birds with a portion of her profits. I’ll bet there are rows of feeders on the roof.
1408?
Is this the haunted Nail Salon & Spa? It’s even named for NYC, which is where Stephen King’s dooming eponymous hotel room tormented poor Mike Enslin.
That’s some synchronicity worthy of The Dark Tower. FOLLOW THE PATH OF THE BEAM.
“Clever girl.”
You KNOW how I love puns and portmanteaus, etc., etc.
Someone just called me “Nolandsman” and I am over the moon.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 