O, Insomnia!
I thought I’d lost you,
You reappearing keeper of sleeplessness,
You ever awakening angel,
You fickle little midnight affliction …
(Seriously, though, &*#% you.)
Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan
The Bees Are Dead features my poem “school shooter”
Now here is something to be thankful for. My colleagues over at The Bees Are Dead have graciously published my poem, “school shooter.” (This poem last appeared in the Peeking Cat Anthology 2018.) You can find it at the link below.
Thanks, B.A.D. people. 😉
“school shooter” at The Bees Are Dead
This is me voting a seventh time …
… disguised as the Punisher.
LOOK AT THOSE ABS. (Actually, don’t. I look terrible. I’m shaped like a Dunkin’ Donuts “Munchkin.” But I’m equally as sweet! And it’s lines like that that get me all the girls! Actually, no. They don’t.)
Pal of mine right here in Roanoke saw this on Facebook and commented, “body designed by White Castle, not Frank Castle.” That pithy sonovabitch. Southerners!
Anyway, if those of us undermining America’s greatness want to illegally vote multiple times, we must fool this plucky president and his astute followers. Let’s hope the disguise holds up.
Now I’m disguised for voting a sixth time.
But do I employ a British accent or not!?!? DAMMIT, SOROS SHOULD HAVE TRAINED ME BETTER FOR THIS.
Chime in, people, and do hurry; I have a hybrid bus full of illegal caravan refugees who want to vote too. And the bus is blocking a church entrance.
(I’m so punny.)
So Trump is reportedly headed to California during the catastrophic wildfires?
I’m pretty sure that’s just adding fool to the fire.
A few future publications …
Hey, gang. The holidays and the new year are nearly upon us, and I just wanted to give you a rundown of some publications of my writing that will appear between now and the spring.
The Bees Are Dead is scheduled to publish my poem “school shooter” sometime this month.
Down in the Dirt magazine has selected my poem, “hens staring upward,” for publication in its March/April 2019 issue. The issue will be released on April 1, and will be available both in print and online.
The Piker Press will feature five submissions of my writing in the coming months. My time-machine horror story, “Shine Now, Fiercely, Forever,” will appear at the weekly online literary magazine on December 10th.
Four poems of mine will also be featured by the Piker Press next year: “This Windy Morning” (January 14th), “Roanoke Summer Midnight” (February 18th), “Confession” (April 8th) and “My Mother’s Apartment” (May 6th).
I hope you are all as eager as I am for a festive season. Have fun, stay safe and be well.
Roanoke, Virginia, November 2018 (3)
The Wall Street here has a different feel to it than the Wall Street in New York.
Roanoke, Virginia, November 2018 (2)
It’s a sleepy Southern city, but it’s nonetheless easy to love — especially on an encroaching Autumn morning.
That’s “C” as in “can’t do $#*+.”
Somehow, somewhere, my name has inadvertently wound up on a list of cancer researchers.
I am receiving polite queries from researchers all over the world about my “work.” I keep having to apologize for being a poet and wishing people in Europe and Asia the best of luck in their studies.
I got a “C” in freshman level biology, people. I didn’t always listen well. And, during experiments, I kept spillin’ stuff.
Nerd Nolan’s November Verse
“November, Blue Ridge Mountains, 1992.”
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 