I am so happy to report here that my short nature poem, “The Mountain at Summer, Seen from a Passing Car,” will be included in the upcoming Gathering poetry anthology. Gathering is an outstanding annual collection developed by Poets Anonymous and The Bards Initiative, and published by Local Gems Press.
The book is slated for an August 26th release, following a book launch that day at 7:30 PM at the Courtyard Dulles Airport Chantilly, 3935 Centerview Drive, Chantilly VA 20151. (The doors open at 7 PM.)
Sam Neill passed away on Monday at the age of 78. I think most of my friends would associate him the most closely with the various “Jurassic Park” films in which he appeared (1993 – 2022), or maybe the classic 1990 film adaptation of Tom Clancy’s “The Hunt for Red October.”
But, being an older Gen X’er, my first memory of this fine actor wasn’t for his roles as a nice-guy paleontologist or an affable would-be Soviet defector. It was the goddam anti-Christ.
“Omen III: The Final Conflict” arrived in 1981. (I would have discovered it on VHS a few years later at my local mom-and-pop video store.) It never became a part of the zeitgeist the ways its predecessors did in the prior decade, but it was definitely my favorite. (I am linking below to MDB Trailers for the trailer.)
It had a “cool” factor that the other movies lacked — thanks to Neill’s performance as a charismatic devil incarnate. He was smooth and charming and persuasive, and was a hell of a lot more fun to watch than a bratty kid who screamed when he was brought to church. He could even psychically control dogs, for some reason.
The assassin-priest protagonists were also really cool. (I was an apostate even then, so it took a lot to make me root for the clergy.) I think I was also really impressed with the broad canvas over which the film’s plot was placed. I’d grown up on scary movies that were mostly standalone monster movies (or maybe slasher films). Seeing an epic battle with lots of combatants in a larger theological context really entertained me as an adolescent horror fan.
Neill made the movie. It just wouldn’t have been the same without his perfect blend of charm and menace. I think he always got too little credit as a fantastic bad guy. Think about it. If you took his Damien Thorne and inserted him into the Marvel Cinematic Universe, would’t he be a contender for its best villain?
A few of my fellow horror fans have opined on social media that the film has not aged well. Maybe I was just easily impressed as a kid. I’m going to have to check it out again to decide where I stand today.
I am so pleased to share here that my poem “Confession” was included in Horror Sleaze Trash’s quarterly print edition. (The poem was published online in March.)
You can download the entire issue for free right here:
A reporter friend of mine passed this along. Life is so weird.
The Internet tells me that “The Nolan is a highly sought-after exotic boot known for its unique scale pattern, natural sheen, and supple feel.” They’re handmade in Mexico. Uh … thanks, Tecovas.
Hey, man, I’ll take it. (Coulda been urinal cakes or something.) Maybe they’ll pay me to be their spokesman.
We are a troubled country, and a divided one, but there is always so much good to be found here.
I hope that people abroad will see that in us. And we should take pride when we see it in ourselves.
An America 250 commemorative flag flies in Fraser, Colorado, on May 25, 2026. The flag celebrates the 250th anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
I am so happy to learn just now that Silent Spark Press will publish my love poem “Where Would We Go?” in its upcoming anthology of Virginia Poets.
The book, which is scheduled for an October 11 release, will be “a thoughtfully curated collection created for readers who appreciate regional literature, lyrical expression, and the enduring power of place. Featuring about 100 poems by Virginia poets, this anthology invites readers on a literary journey through the state’s history, landscapes, communities, and cultural identity.”
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 