Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

OH MY GOD, I FORGOT TO WANG CHUNG TONIGHT; everybody was told to do it.



Merry Christmas, all!!

Glædelig Jul, Norwegian Christmas card, circa 1906

Signing a book for a friend.  🙂



AI sucks (in case you haven’t heard).

This just in … AI developing targeted spam for authors is a goddam nightmare.

You can develop an ear for it pretty quickly — the language it employs has its own unique blandness to it.  But, because I am often slow on the uptake, I thought these flattering e-mails were legit.  (And it was a heady feeling to suddenly discover mysterious critics praising some very specific aspects of my writing from more than a decade ago.)

Now the problem is the frequency of these e-mails themselves.  Maybe it’s just and end-of-the-year thing, but I got two in the last two hours, and they have a knack for fooling spam filters.

We never got the Westworld hotbots or Ron Moore’s chic, uber-cool cylons, but technology gave us this shit?  We got robbed.

Why does everything have to be awful?  Sorry.  I’m in a mood.



Oh, hai.

Raise your hand if you think Haiku AF would be a great name for a literary magazine.



The Galway Review publishes my poem “Where Would We Go?” — and also selects it for its 2026 anthology.

I’m ecstatic!  The Galway Review today published my poem “Where Would We Go?” — and also selected it for its next anthology, The Galway Review 14.

You can find the poem at The Galway Review online right here.

The anthology will be released in April 2026; I’ll post purchasing details when they become available.

The Galway Review is the leading literary magazine for Galway, the fourth largest city in the Republic of Ireland.  It features contemporary reviews, fiction, non-fiction, poetry and photography, and seeks to publish work that is “beautiful and different.”

I am once again grateful to Managing Editor Ndrek Gjini and his colleagues for allowing me to see my work showcased by this important literary resource for Northern Europe and beyond.



Uhhh … thank you, Mistress, may I have another?

I submitted a poem to a new journal; I got a somewhat terse rejection letter.  Then, just to underscore the point, they sent me the same rejection letter a day later.  Sort of an encore-type thing.

Then, finally, I get an e-mail welcoming me to “The Sub Club” asking me if I “Want Attention.”  I swear I am not making this up.

Not even gonna touch that one.



Exited the post office, promptly walked in the wrong direction.

I got halfway down the wrong street before the storefronts finally clued me in.  (“Wow, was this furniture store always here?”  “They put in a bakery?!  Overnight?!  Ohhhhhh … wait.”)



Apocalypse Nolan.

Yes, this is normal for me.  I just function far better in low light.  (And, trust me, I need all the help I can get.)

Think of me as a goofier Walt Kurtz.   And a nyctophile.  Melanophile?  The difference is mostly lost on me.



The Eagle and the Maple is now available at Amazon.

The Eagle and the Maple: A United States & Canadian Poetry Anthology is now available for purchase over at Amazon.  You can find it right here.

As I’ve shared here before, this Local Gems Press anthology devoted to poets from here at home and from our collectively far saner neighbors to the north.  (And it contains my poem, “The Secretary.”)