A good friend of mine, writer and editor Tara Bann, allowed me to make this meme of her peppy little doggo.
Look at that face. What a grin!

Photo credit: Tara Bann.
A good friend of mine, writer and editor Tara Bann, allowed me to make this meme of her peppy little doggo.
Look at that face. What a grin!

Photo credit: Tara Bann.
Her freckles entice —
spilled cinnamon flakes upon
whipped cream in coffee.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2021

Photo credit: Ilya Yakover ilyayakover, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons.



I am so honored to see Spillwords Press publish my short poem, “Ode to a New Black Ballpoint Pen.” You can find it right here.
Thanks, as always, to Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this amazing community of writers!
And it isn’t well composed at all.
But it’s still interesting, because there’s a lot going on here.

Capping off the Halloween watchlist this year was Hwang Dong-hyuk’s “Squid Game” (2021) which was (mostly) worth the hype. Don’t be discouraged by its campy visuals or its familiar premise. (Deathtrap game shows have been with us since at least the 1987 adaptation of Stephen King’s “The Running Man.”) This miniseries is truly good enough to be bingeworthy.
After a bit a slow start, there are visceral, inventive action-horror sequences and surprisingly effective character development. There’s some good acting too — most notably by Yeong-su Oh, as an ostensibly disadvantaged older contestant in the miniseries’ eponymous contest.
The “twists” and “layers” you might have heard about might be a bit overhyped. I predicted most of the big reveals, and I am no goddam Copernicus. (Ask anyone.) I actually wasn’t happy with the final reveal — I thought the story was stronger without it.
But “Squid Game” shines nonetheless, because it expertly capitalizes on the heartrending human drama that its premise allows for. It’s an unflinching (and occasionally touching) snapshot of its creators’ view of human nature — and that’s why it’s a superior horror thriller.

No, I’m not talking about the truly abominable malt liquor.
I’m talking about an actual night train in Roanoke, Virginia.
No one even can tell that it’s me. It was worth every penny.

UPDATE!! There is a new costume!! I am now celebrating All Hallows Eve as Jason-Voorhees-Becomes-Nerdy-Middle-Aged-Writer!
