Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine released Issue 9 tonight; if you’re so inclined, you can peruse my poems, “Amanda” and “Amanda II, A Haiku.” (You can find them on pages 16 and 20, respectively.)
You can actually download the magazine for free right here:
Or, if you’d like to have a hard copy of Peeking Cat delivered to you, you can purchase it here:
Once again, thanks to Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine for allowing me to have my work included among that of so many talented authors.
Poet Paul F. Lenzi has written a particularly nice piece entitled “Agape.” It reminds me of what Dr. Cain taught us in Introduction to Christian Theology so many years ago at Mary Washington College.
I thought I remembered learning about three types of love delineated by basic Christian philosophy: Agape, Philia and … Eros? But tonight this newfangled Internet thingy is telling me that there was a fourth — “Storge,” which was familial or empathetic love? (That class was 23 years ago, I think.)
Anyway, enjoy Mr. Lenzi’s poem at this link to his blog, “Poesy plus Polemics,” right here:
“Agápē.”
I am quite happy today to discover from Poetry Editor Samantha Rose that my poetry will be featured again in Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. Two of my pieces will appear in the upcoming Christmas issue (Issue 9): “Amanda” and “Amanda II, A Haiku.” (The former was originally featured by both Dagda Publishing and Dead Snakes in 2014.)
I really am honored to look forward to seeing my work published alongside that of so many talented writers who contribute to Peeking Cat. I’ll share a link upon publication of Issue 9, which will be for sale both in hard copy and pdf. format.
Photo credit: “Young kitten” by That Guy, From That Show! – Own work. Licensed under Public Domain via Wikimedia Commons.
“Even the humblest Party member is expected to be competent, industrious, and even intelligent within narrow limits, but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph.”
— from George Orwell’s “1984”
Rescue a helpless little girl lying unconscious in the street during the vampire apocalypse? The tiny one with golden braids and porcelain skin? There’s a reason you couldn’t feel her heartbeat. Her skin is porcelain because she’s undead. Have fun watching her rise, slowly and ceremoniously, in the makeshift fortress of your living room. For added fun, the lock on your bedroom door won’t work! Ha! The moral of the story? No good deed goes unpunished.
Thrilled to see your childhood dog again? She’s NOT thrilled to see you. Because she’d been buried in “Pet Sematary” or something, and she’s biting your fingers because she remembers all those times you pulled her tail when you were three. (Mom TOLD you to stop, but you couldn’t resist.) The moral of the story? [In best Fred Gwynne voice:] “Sometimes dead is better.” Also: be kind to animals!
That wicked cool GIGANTIC snake you keep snapping pictures of when it drinks from the backyard birdbath? The one with a head the width of a shovel? It’s actually NOT harmless merely because you cannot see any fangs. It all fun and games until it wraps its coils around you, and you realize it’s a python. For added fun, your Mom can’t hear you in the kitchen and cannot respond to your pleas for her to throw you a butcher knife, and then shut the open back door to protect herself. For added confusion, your childhood home NEVER HAD A F***ING BIRDBATH. (We WERE the 99 percent.) The moral of the story? [IN best MST3K voice:] “Watch out for snakes!” Also: if clothes don’t make the man, then fangs don’t make the snake.
Christ! What did I EAT last night?
I found this on Facebook; it was just too good not to share. That maple leaf representing Wolverine’s Canadian heritage is an especially nice touch. I am unaware of the (actual) artist.
When I was 10 years old, I would argue at length with the kid next door about who would win in a fight — Wolverine or Silver Surfer.
Sigh … okay, I was actually 20 years old, and a college junior, and I was arguing in Mary Washington College’s New Hall with senior John Mathias.
“But he has the Power Cosmic!” John endlessly asserted about Silver Surfer.
If Wolverine’s adamantium claws could cut through anything, I astutely countered, “then they could cut through the Power Cosmic!” Then I took another swig of my beer.
I had a well rounded education.
I am honored yet again to see one of my poems published by Dead Snakes. Thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for allowing me to share “Graceless Ravens Envy You” at the link below:
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/11/eric-robert-nolan-poem.html
And, by the way, my friend Tejal Jhaveri Moen has also published a new piece at Dead Snakes! Click the link below to read “A Tearless Cry.”
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/11/tejal-jhaveri-moen-poem_13.html
Anyway … in searching Wikimedia Commons for a public domain photo for this post, I learned that there is such a thing as a “Chihuahua Raven” (corvus cryptoleucus). That’s just wrong on several levels. I suggest that we hunt it to extinction.
Photo credit: by Shahnoor Habib Munmun (Own work) [CC BY 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons.
It’s the quick November dark that descends annually, silently on us like a vast black cat – just after we turn our clocks back for daylight savings time.
I’ll be greeting the newly early dark tonight by relaxing with Issue 8 of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine. I’m going to revisit two poems that I especially like: Scott Thomas Outlar’s “Sucking Vapors” and Erren Geraud Kelly’s “Coffeehouse Poem #43.”
What is the definition of serendipity?
You JUST finish figuring out how to operate your new digital camera that arrived in the mail, you lie back on your bed, and, right at the very moment, AN EAGLE SOARS PAST YOUR WINDOW.
I was so thrilled when I snapped this yesterday. Yeah, I know that you kind of have to squint to see the eagle here. (You can click twice to really enlarge the photo — then you can see it better.)
My Virginia friends probably think I’m nuts for getting so excited about this. But this kind of thing just doesn’t happen every day to a New Yorker.
Dead Snakes has featured another one of my recent poems; click the link to read “Not of Byzantium.”
As always, thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for allowing me to share my voice with the readers of Dead Snakes!
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/10/eric-robert-nolan-poem_30.html
Photo credit: “Field Hamois Belgium Luc Viatour” by I, Luc Viatour. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 