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“People are strange/When you’re a stranger.”

One of my totally awesome MWC alums insisted on picking me up from the oral surgeon Thursday — even after I told him I could get an Uber.

And he didn’t even laugh too hard when I was so doped up afterward that I didn’t recognize him! (“Who is this strange, albeit polite, man greeting me in the waiting room?”)

Good friends are hard to come by, but I’ve got a few.

Or … maybe it WAS a stranger who drove me home.  Seriously.  This really is a hospitable Southern city and I was high AF.


Throwback Thursday: Depeche Mode’s “Blue Dress” (1990)

This is just a deep cut from Depeche Mode’s 1990 “Violator” album.  I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone mention “Blue Dress” as one of their favorite DM songs, but I still think it’s a great, moody techno ballad.

Rest in peace, Andrew “Fletch” Fletcher — who died a week ago today at age 60.

It’s what they call a “near missile.”

Before you call Roanoke a small town, remember — it’s got its own ICBM.

I’m kidding.  It’s not a nuclear missile.  I think it’s a … rocket of some kind?  I’m too lazy to google it.  It’s outside the Virginia Transportation Museum.

Why do I so badly want it to be a stolen Russian rocket, reminiscent of 1982’s “Firefox” with Clint Eastwood?

Update: I have just been informed by a few people that this actually was a nuclear missile at one point.  Apparently what we’re looking at is a Jupiter-class rocket that once held a nuclear warhead?  And here I was only joking above …

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Impspired features three of my poems

I am quite honored today to share that three of my poems have been published in Issue 17 of Impspired in the United Kingdom.  The three poems selected were “A Churchgoer Passes My Yard on Sunday Morning,” “The Secretary” and “The Bureaucrat.”  You can find them right here.

Impspired is a truly wonderful literary magazine that confronts the reader with a range of inventive, lyrical poetry.  I am grateful indeed to Editor Steve Cawte for allowing me to see my work appear there.

“Her Smile Was Silver Jupiter,” by Eric Robert Nolan

It was a mad and spinning world in which you met her, but she was a mad and spinning girl — so brightly and resolutely burning that she herself was celestial.  There was starshine bottled up in her heart, solar winds charged the particles of her thoughts, ions in the atmosphere ignited her impulses.  Her willful joy was her own burning sun.

When she was sly, her eyes were hasty comets.  Her passion amassed from Saturnal storms.  Her smile was silver Jupiter– you wanted to repose over its white sands, beside the stained and rose-metal lakes of smoldering, darkening copper.

Between the spaces of her words, chasms of cosmos would occasionally open.  You could stare into those depths for indifferent and measureless distances of light years — the sublime nightmare-nothingness that Providence had made, the Forever-of-Empty-Dark.  But before you could be afraid, her own gravity drew you in.

And you were glad.  That such loveliness could exist in a single soul was reassurance.  (The Forever-of-Empty-Dark wasn’t entirely empty, after all.)  And you were grateful — grateful for her rejoinders, for the taste of her mouth on your own, for her girlish laugh, for the way that she regularly lighted a murky Earth with the moonbeams of her quiet kindnesses.

She was unstoppable.  Ultraviolet rode the coronal shades of her irises, and flared in her contemplation.  She blazed.  Magnetic radiation murmured in her poetry.  You loved her for her uniqueness in a universe of cold space, for the way that she burned and turned and burned and turned without ever slowing or expiring.  When her light fell across you, you could almost believe that you, too, were spinning and illuminated.  You loved her enough for the illusion alone.

You loved her more for her gravity that drew you in and held you, and for her arms that did the same.

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2022

This image of Jupiter and Europa, taken by the NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope on 25 August 2020, was captured when the planet was 653 million kilometres from Earth. The full view of this Hubble image can be viewed here.

I’m Dunn here.


Update — you people just know that when I realized I needed a raincoat, I went looking specifically for the “Unbreakable” look. I don’t do cosplay, but if regular clothes can match a character? I’m there. You should have seen me shopping for suits in the heyday of “The X-Files.”

Update 2 — A Longwood High School pal just told me I look like the Gorton’s Fisherman.  Hey, at least you know you can trust me.