Here’s the interesting thing … the postal service’s new postmark design looks remarkably like the footprint of a very large man.
Hey, the sticker on the front says “Do not bend” — not “Do not stomp on.”
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Spillwords Press features “The Rough, Violet Stone”
I am so honored today to share that Spillwords Press published a recent poem of mine — “The Rough, Violet Stone.” You can find it right here.
Thanks once again to Director of Development Dagmara K. for allowing me to see my work showcased by such an exceptional online magazine!
“Tonight, Love, Now, Let’s Go”
Let’s make for Maine
tonight, Love, now, let’s go, let’s just go
north for that ménage à trois —
where water licks us,
where salt air kisses us,
where waves draw warm arms over us,
where rhythmic tide will move, move, move us,
just we intimate three —
you, me and the sea.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2022
Photo: Leaf on the beach in Ogunquit, Maine. Captain-tucker, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons.
You know it’s a great April Fool’s day when you successfully persuade someone there’s a bear in your home.
Life is good, and I AM A COMPLETE BASTARD.
I also got a few friends with a story about Gerard Butler shooting a movie in downtown Roanoke. (Though plenty of people clued to the gag pretty quickly too.)
“Hardy Orchids Haiku”
In estranged gardens
are nourished hardy orchids —
cold opal blossoms.
— Eric Robert Nolan
Photo credit: By Vassil – Own work, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=1745866
The corona makes me ornery!
I AM YOUR SOUR GRAMPA.
Buk 100 Volume 3 is a go!
I got some more good news today as well — Newington Blue Press has returned after a hiatus, and will release the third volume of Buk 100, its commemorative chapbook series honoring Charles Bukowski! It will include a new flash fiction story of mine, entitled “Bill and I.”
I’ll post details and ordering information when they become available.
The Piker Press features “Lying Close”
I’m honored to share here today that The Piker Press has published an older poem of mine, entitled “Lying Close.” You can find it right here.
Thanks yet again to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to be a part of this wonderful creative community!
What’s in a name?
Somebody just e-mailed me some coronavirus information, but he told me his source was “Doctor Specious,” and now I’m thinking twice about EVERYTHING this dude has ever said to me.
I didn’t choose the coronavirus life; the coronavirus life chose ME.
Yeah, turns out I was next up on the dance card for this colossal prick of a pathogen. I had a positive reading on an antigen test tonight. (If you haven’t ordered your free tests from the federal government, you should do so. It’s quick and easy.)
Fun fact — did you know that most biologists agree that viruses are not technically “alive?” Sure, they can replicate and adapt to their environment, but they can’t do things like grow, or produce their own energy, or remain internally stable (homeostasis). So they can’t actually pass the basic criteria for what scientists consider “life.”
So, if you think about it, I and my fellow Covid-afflicted Americans are fighting zombies.
Please … do what you can not to catch this and subsequently spread it further. Be a Rick Grimes and not one of The Whisperers.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 