Thanks, Amazon, but I honestly didn’t mean to order my belt from goddamned Munchkinland.
Who was this designed for? A ventriloquist dummy?
Did they pass along my order to the Build-A-Bear Workshop?
Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan
Peters Creek Road, Roanoke, VA
Turkey Vultures!
This is just a photo that I dug up from 2017 — those great winged horrors that you see are carrion-eating turkey vultures (cathartes aura). They were seemingly everywhere when I first came to Roanoke that year — but I haven’t seen too many since. (Or maybe they just haven’t again roosted near enough for me to see them — there are plenty of birds with tremendous wingspans overhead, and I don’t think they’re eagles.)
Turkey vultures are truly ugly beasts.
(Oh, wealth.)
Going over my monthly budget. Yeesh.
When it rains, it poors.
Peters Creek, Roanoke, VA
“Imagine the Moon as Companion” published in The Piker Press 19th Anniversary Issue.
I am just thrilled today to see that The Piker Press featured my prose poem, “Imagine the Moon as Companion,” on the front page of its 19th Anniversary Issue. You can find it right here.
Thanks to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing my work to appear so prominently in marking the occasion for this outstanding online literary magazine!
Uno, Dose …
I’ve experienced nearly no side effects from the second dose of the Pfizer vaccine … and I’m pleasantly surprised by that. I heard round two could be a tough one — and the first shot left me feeling tired for days.
I got the chills shortly after the shot on Wednesday — it happened almost immediately, when I was on my way home. That was disconcerting.
But after that? Nada. Zilch — except for a sore arm.
“Pfizer II: The Pfizering”
“Because everyone deserves a second shot.” Coming soon to a theater near you.
If I understand the science correctly, this makes me immune to criticism. You people make a note of it.
THE VACCINE RAP.
I’m half vaccinated —
but fully caffeinated!
My vax card’s laminated
while my wit is adulated!
My laptop’s activated
with a WIP that’s paginated —
so if you’re not aggravated
by verses fabricated,
I hope you’re acclimated
to being fascinated!
[Insert scratchy turntable here or something]
LET THIS BE AN EDIFICE TO STRUGGLING WRITERS EVERYWHERE.
Look at it. It’s beautiful. It’s glorious. I covet it despite the fact that it’s mine.
It is so precious to me that I’m going to booby-trap my home like an ancient South American temple — lest that sneaky Indiana Jones try and abscond with it. It also explains why I’m running around my home in only a loincloth, shouting a strange language and shooting poison darts at any newcomers.
I’m glad we had this talk.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 