Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

“Bluer Than Midnight.”

Find me on the Bluesky social media platform, if you’re so inclined:

https://bsky.app/profile/ericrobertnolan.bsky.social

(Right, like you haven’t had just about enough of me already.)



It’s what we call an Ericstential crisis.

(Maybe now they’ll finally get the message.)

A little present from a fellow writer.



I scream for ice cream.

So I noticed recently that there’s a new ice cream joint on South Jefferson Street.  (At least I think it’s new; it takes me forever to notice anything.)

It looks auspicous.  I might just go looking for a tall chocolate milkshake into which to drown my sorrows.



Spillwords Press features “Ode to a Polish Plum Cake”

Spillwords Press today featured my short poem, “Ode to a Polish Plum Cake.”  You can find it right here.

Thanks, as always, to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this truly fun creative community!



The Piker Press publishes my photo of some stragely darkened hills in Woodbridge, Virginia

The Piker Press today featured what might be my favorite photo of mine — a shot of a mid-afternoon Northen Virginia neighborhood that was suddenly and virtually eclipsed by heavy clouds racing over the area.

It was one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen, and I happened to be there at just the right time.  You can see the photo right here.

Thanks, as always, to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to be a part of the creative community of The Piker Press!



I apologize for this post.

Libertarian friend: “There is another option!  Chase Oliver!  He’s on the ballot!”

Me: “I would Chase Oliver but I wouldn’t know what to do if I caught him.”



Photo credit: Gage Skidmore from Surprise, AZ, United States of America, CC BY-SA 2.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0&gt;, via Wikimedia Commons

You know it.

ParaNolan Activity.

The lights flickered and a bulb started crackling; then the tv turned itself on.

That means an angel got its wings, or got caught in the power lines, or something.



People who say “I don’t trust the polls” are just being racist.

Polish people are just as honest as anybody else.