I’m thrilled to share here that a poem of mine will be included in this year’s installment of Local Gems Press’ annual Halloween anthology, Ghosts, Echoes & Shadows 2025.
The poem is “This Windy Morning,” and I am grateful to Maddie McGivney and Bards President James P. Wagner for letting me join the holiday fun. 🙂
You can preorder a copy of the book, if you wish, right here at the Local Gems Press website.
I am honored to have two of my poems published today in the October 2025 issue of All Your Poems Anthology. The poems selected were “Like White Plumeria Petal” and “Fawning Haiku.”
If you would like to purchase a copy of the October issue, you can find it here at Amazon, here at Barnes & Noble or here at Apple Books.
I am grateful to Editor and Publisher Storm M. Grayson for accepting my work for such a wonderful indie lit magazine.
I rise with an alarming CRACK!
Is it my knees or is it my back?
As for why my feet are raging —
these are mysteries of aging.
If you happened to enjoy my zombie story over at Spillwords Press, it’s been nominated for Publication of the Month for September 2025.
You can vote for the story right here — just bear in mind that you must register with Spillwords Press first.
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I’m delighted to share here that the Poetry Hall quarterly bilingual journal once again translated my poetry for its global readership of Chinese readers. The poems selected were “Ode to a New Black Ball Point Pen,” “Nihilist Night Haiku” and “Hardy Orchids Haiku.”
You can find Issue 29 right here over at Amazon.
Poetry Hall is a distinguished international literary magazine in which poems appear in English along with their Chinese translations, side by side. As always, I am grateful to Editor-in-Chief Xu Yingcai and translator Zhang Ning for allowing me to showcase my work within its pages.
ls it too early to get into the spirit of Halloween? Spillwords Press today published my zombie story, “The Siege of Fort Buzzard.”
Thanks once again to Chief Editor Dagmara K. for allowing me to be a part of this fun creative community!
What happens when a jaded publishing heiress comes face to face with Satan himself?
You can witness the confrontation in “The Devil and Amanda Ogilvie,” published today on the front page of The Piker Press:
“The Devil and Amanda Ogilvie”
Thanks yet again to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to be a part of this rewarding creative community. 🙂
I am absolutely honored today to see The Argyle Literary Magazine publish four of my poems: “Quiet White Dog Short Poem,” “My Mother’s Apartment,” “March Midnight Window” and “Sullen Robin Haiku.” You can find them at the link below:
Four Poems by Eric Robert Nolan
The Argyle is a superb eclectic online quarterly that strives for “an immersive experience of words and images that feeds the mind, stirs the soul, and disturbs the quiet of blank spaces.” I am grateful to Founder & Editor-in-Chief David Estringel, MFA for allowing me to join in its literary tradition.
September 11, 2001.
We were a different country then: wounded, but undivided; scarred, but undeterred; enraged, but not at one another. The America that rallied and unified in the wake of the terror attacks seems as vanished now as the Towers themselves.
We were a nation of neighbors, as though the dust thrust up from a burning New York City had cleared to reveal an even greater Republic. We huddled together under the smoke blowing up from the charnel pit, then reached to lift one another to higher ground. We bolstered one another with whatever words we could find, in the interminable spaces after our dead had fallen silent, after the soot in the emptied streets had muted even our own footfalls.
We rose up as one to retaliate — and struck out across the world with a single fist. We were more than a superpower, more than an aggrieved people. We were these United States.
I want to believe that we can be that country — those people — again.
That is why today, fully two decades later, I will picture who we were. And I will tell myself, never forget.
— Eric Robert Nolan, originally printed in Newsday, September 11, 2021
Complete strangers will give you huge smile and a fist bump and say, “Keep on rockin’, Baby.”
I swear to you, New York is not like this.
I indeed WILL keep on rockin’, Sir. Thank you.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 