I am honored to have two of my poems published today in the October 2025 issue of All Your Poems Anthology. The poems selected were “Like White Plumeria Petal” and “Fawning Haiku.”
If you would like to purchase a copy of the October issue, you can find it here at Amazon, here at Barnes & Noble or here at Apple Books.
I am grateful to Editor and Publisher Storm M. Grayson for accepting my work for such a wonderful indie lit magazine.
I rise with an alarming CRACK!
Is it my knees or is it my back?
As for why my feet are raging —
these are mysteries of aging.
If you happened to enjoy my zombie story over at Spillwords Press, it’s been nominated for Publication of the Month for September 2025.
You can vote for the story right here — just bear in mind that you must register with Spillwords Press first.
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Well, cool. 🙂
My zombie tale, “The Siege of Fort Buzzard,” was nominated for Publication of the Month for September over at Spillwords Press. (The online magazine published the story on September 21.)
If you enjoyed the story and would like to vote for me, you may do so right here at this link.
Recall, please, that you would need to be registered to vote. (There is no cost to do that.) If you haven’t already registered, you can do that easily right here.
Thank you so much to all who read the story and nominated me! 🙂
Photo credit: Mobilus In Mobili, CC BY 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
I’m delighted to share here that the Poetry Hall quarterly bilingual journal once again translated my poetry for its global readership of Chinese readers. The poems selected were “Ode to a New Black Ball Point Pen,” “Nihilist Night Haiku” and “Hardy Orchids Haiku.”
You can find Issue 29 right here over at Amazon.
Poetry Hall is a distinguished international literary magazine in which poems appear in English along with their Chinese translations, side by side. As always, I am grateful to Editor-in-Chief Xu Yingcai and translator Zhang Ning for allowing me to showcase my work within its pages.
At right is the Taubman Museum of Art.
So I guess I am in the “bargaining” stage of the five stages of grief. (Yes, getting old really does suck that bad.)
Entranceway Park, Roanoke, Virginia. The butterflies were monarchs, I think.
Why are they called “butterflies,” anyway? Did some weirdo try spreading them across a slice of bread at one point?
ls it too early to get into the spirit of Halloween? Spillwords Press today published my zombie story, “The Siege of Fort Buzzard.”
Thanks once again to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this fun creative community!
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 