I just wanted to thank all of you guys for the nice birthday wishes — both online and off.
They came in handy. I can’t believe how old I am. 51! At this point, there are people walking around who are A HALF-CENTURY OLD who are actually YOUNGER than me. Egads.
“Home wasn’t a set house, or a single town on a map. It was wherever the people who loved you were, whenever you were together. Not a place, but a moment, and then another, building on each other like bricks to create a solid shelter that you take with you for your entire life, wherever you may go.”
— Sarah Dessen
(This quote was found on the Ravenous Butterflies Facebook page.)
I clean my coffeemaker with same care and precision with which a Marine cleans his rifle.
The difference, of course, is that coffee PREVENTS me from killing people.
I am absolutely honored today to see Spillwords Press publish my love poem, “At the Coffee Shop” — and to further see it included in the literary magazine’s special “Featured Posts” section.
You can find the poem right here.
Thanks once again to Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to showcase my work in this outstanding online periodical!
I finally got a shot of the heron that hangs out around the beaver dam (?) down at the Roanoke River.
Friend: “Are there people that don’t like dad jokes and puns?”
Me: “If there are, then the father away they are from me, the better.”
I am honored today to see the Eunoia Review publish my tribute to my late friend and colleague, Dennis Williamson.
Based in Singapore, the Eunoia Review is an international literary magazine that is “committed to sharing the fruits of beautiful thinking.” I am grateful to Editor Ian Chung for allowing me the opportunity to share my voice there.
You can find my essay right here:
https://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2023/08/20/requiescat-in-pace-dennis-williamson/
It’s my Barbie and I’ll Ken if I want to, Ken if I want to, Ken if I want to.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 