Tag Archives: Eric Robert Nolan

Throwback Thursday: Hanging with the NoVaBuds.

Occoquan Bay/Potomac River, 2015. I miss this lady — and her husband and sons. One of the coolest families I have ever met.

Arrested Texas Goat-Herder Looks Like My Girlfriend When She Was in High School.

I am still not convinced it ISN’T you, Allison.

(Or I.V.S.)

Ever try to draft a poem and everything you write sounds like crap?

I call it Irritable Vowel Syndrome.



Less than a month after Independence Day, the monarchs have returned.

My backyard’s all aflutter with them.

Spillwords Press Publishes My Prose Poem, “Her Smile Was Silver Jupiter”

The really cool people at Spillwords Press today featured my prose poem, “Her Smile Was Silver Jupiter.”

You can find it right here.

Thanks once again to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this terrific community of readers and writers.



(And I’m sure they love me deerly.)

SIX deer in my yard just now!

Two parents plus four feisty frolicking fawns!



I am eating watermelon while watching “Game of Thrones” DAMN YOU STANNIS Season 3.

It’s a vibe.



The Stray Branch publishes three of my poems and six of my photos.

I am so grateful to have three poems and six photos published in the Spring/Summer 2026 Issue of The Stray Branch. Despite some challenging circumstances surrounding her family’s health, Editor and Founder Debbie Berk today released the new installment of this outstanding independent literature magazine. (I know I am not alone in admiring Ms. Berk’s extraordinary commitment to the creative community that she established.)

The poems selected were “imagine the moon as companion,” “An Altogether Different Slumber” and “Blue Wolves Move in an Indigo Wood.” The photos were a selection of black-and-white shots that I took throughout Salem and Roanoke, Virginia.

You can purchase a copy of the magazine right here:

The Stray Branch — Spring/Summer 2026



(Where would the buttons even be?)

This morning I unwrapped a microwave pizza and patiently proceeded to place it in the kitchen cabinet to heat up.

Was I just really tired? Or am I old and stupid?



My neighbor surprised me today with a big slab of watermelon; now it’s a midnight snack.

I do love the American south.