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A spooky story for my friends who are camping at Iron Gate!

So … once again, the cool and rugged Mary Wash kids kindly invited this New York nerd along for their annual 5-day camping excursion at Iron Gate, Virginia.  And, once again, I bailed like a weenie.

I’m speaking specifically about Russ, Janet, Paula and Paul.  (No, the latter two are neither spouses nor siblings, even though that would be totally awesome.)  I WANTED to go!!  Seriously!!  And I know that you guys went to great lengths to assiduously counsel me about the availability of wifi, coffee, cell phone reception and convenience stores.  I appreciate your encouragement.

I WILL be there in spirit.  If you DO have any access to the Internet (you guys totally equivocated when I asked that), then here is evidence that I am thinking of you.

It’s a story I wrote about a disappearance in the thick forests surrounding a small, rural town.  Just switch out Willibee, Massachusetts for Iron Gate, Virginia, and it could be your little getaway.  It’s called “The Disappearance of Little Tommy Drummond,” and it was first published in Dead Beats Literary Blog in November 2013.

Party like the old days, but beware of strange messages carved into trees.  And don’t walk too far alone at dusk.

http://www.deadbeats.eu/post/66085895442/the-disappearance-of-little-tommy-drummond-by-eric

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Photo credit:  “View southeast, general view, barn at left – Woods Homestead, County Route 12 on north side of North Fork of Hughes River, 2.2 miles north and east of Goose Run Road intersection, Harrisville, Ritchie County, WV,”  1933, Library of Congress Prints and Photographs Division Washington, D.C. 20540 USA, via Wikimedia Commons.

Throwback Thursday: Mary Washington College Theater posters!

It’s just wild what you can locate in the new digital archives for the college — here are posters from two theater productions in 1990, “Twelfth Night” and “The Blood Knot.”

I wasn’t in either of these shows.  (I don’t think I was ever in a major production; I was only in the smaller Theater Workshop productions.)  I couldn’t find any posters for the smaller plays that I appeared in.

But I attended and enjoyed both of these.

Actor Alums — you can check out the entire poster archive right here:

http://archive.umw.edu:8080/vital/access/manager/Collection/umw:1322

[Edit: I just noticed that the poster for “The Blood Knot” lists its venue as “Studio 13” — this was the slightly less than opulent stage better known as “The Black Box!”  I had a hand-scrawled poster for it — I gave it to Russell Morgan when he graduated.]

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The Mary Washington College Bullet is now archived and online!!!

In fact … ALL of the college publications are — including The Aubade and The Battlefield.  The keyword-searchable collection goes all the way back to 1912!

Wow.

Here’s the link:

http://archive.umw.edu/cgi-bin/search/eagleexplorer.pl?afterdate=1990;screensize=1366×643;source=all

And check out the article I wrote for The Bullet about Junior Ring Week in March 1994.  Featured are the pranktastic hi-jinks of Nickolai Butkevich, Travis Clements, Mark Knezevich, Rhett Carlson, Lowell Whitney, Tom Mitchell, and more.

https://archive.org/stream/Bullet-Fredericksburg_VA_vol-67_1994-03-31

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My newest rhetorical device.

From now on, whenever I express any opinion on any matter, whether it’s ice cream or separation of church and state, I will append my statement with “JOIN ME OR DIE.”

As casually as possible.

It’s also a social experiment.  I just want to see how people react.

Reviews of my poetry

Hey, if you enjoyed my poem that was published by Dead Snakes yesterday, do remember that nearly all of my published work can be linked to from my website.  [EDIT: Man, that preceding sentence was awkward!]

From time to time, I’m capable of writing more than dirty limericks, and I’ve been lucky enough to occasionally receive some positive attention from editors.  Check out a few reviews right here:

Reviews of my poetry.

Oh!  The photo credit here should go to the classiest lady who ever graduated from Mary Washington College, Janet Walbroehl Winston.  Depicted is the Mary Washington College Amphitheater.

Publication Notice: Dead Snakes features “hens staring upward.”

Well, here is some nice news today — the good folks over at Dead Snakes have published my latest poem, “hens staring upward.”  (I know that its whimsical sounding title suggests another one of my joke poems, but this is definitely a darker piece, and does contain some disturbing imagery.)

Here’s the link:

“hens staring upward,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Thanks to Editor Stephen Jarrell Williams for graciously allowing me to share my voice once again over at Dead Snakes!

Damn it, I just GAWLO’ed again.

(Grudgingly Agreeing With Len Ornstein.)

Stop CHALLENGING my preconceptions, you articulate conservative bastard!!

“Those were the dark days of America’s infancy.”

Following up on yesterday’s blog post about Nathan Hale for July 4th —  I actually wrote briefly about Hale and New York’s revolutionary history in “The Dogs Don’t Bark In Brooklyn Any More.”  It was background information about Brooklyn’s Prospect Park; the novel’s story, of course, takes place in a fictional future.

I actually made up the “local legend” about Hale’s ghost brooding around the arch.  I have no doubt that the park has its share of ghost stories, but this one was only a bit of poetic license on my part:

“[Prospect Park] is a haunted place. Many men have died in the vicinity of its gently rolling hills, though the occasion of their passing predates the park’s mid-nineteenth century creation. The area around Prospect Park is the site of the Revolutionary War’s first and largest major battle, fought in the waning summer of 1776, not two months after the signing of the Declaration of Independence. 

“The fledgling United States fielded its first official army there, with heartbreaking results. The Battle of Brooklyn was a disaster for America, whose sons were outnumbered two-to-one by 22,000 English and Hessian soldiers. George Washington, flush with his victory at Boston, found his forces routed. He barely escaped to Manhattan in a desperate, stealthy evacuation of more than 9,000 troops. On the morning of August 30, he and his retreating men were met along the Brooklyn hills with a miraculous surprise – a dense morning fog that concealed their perilous exit. To Washington and his war-weary comrades, it must have seemed like nothing short of divine intervention. 

“Those were the dark days of America’s infancy – Nathan Hale would not long after be captured on a mission of espionage in Manhattan, disguised as a Dutch schoolteacher, and would be hanged, after his immortal lament that he had but a single life to give for his country. The defeat in Brooklyn also cleared the way for the Crown’s capture of all of New York City. The Great Fire of 1776 would ravage Manhattan. And the city would remain in England’s hands until the end of the war. 

“Ironically, the park’s principal monument is devoted to another war entirely – one in which America turned upon itself. This is the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Memorial Arch, a massive structure dedicated to the Union Army during the Civil War. If there is an afterlife, then perhaps it might break Washington’s heart – and Hale’s – to see the Arch as it stands today, a memorial to Americans killing Americans. Indeed, a local legend holds that Hale’s ghost occasions the site of the Arch and hangs his gaze upon it, glum with the knowledge of a nation divided and torn.”

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“Hearing reveals new details in Grace Mann murder case,” by Keith Epps, Free Lance-Star

I don’t imagine this needs to be said, but this June 16th article should be difficult to read for anyone in the Mary Washington College community who knew Ms. Mann personally.  It describes witness testimony about the homicide’s discovery, and details of the crime scene:

http://www.fredericksburg.com/news/crime_courts/hearing-reveals-new-details-in-grace-mann-murder-case/article_0941bdd2-145c-11e5-b53a-7f7f08b6e1e1.html

“Bumblebee,” by Eric Robert Nolan

There has simply been way too much pathos of late among the blogosphere’s poets.  In the past few days, our own little online circle has labored to describe houses full of empty picture frames (Dennis Villelmi), nightmare airports (me), sick children (Anna Martin), and even Old Yeller (SAZL).

It’s summer.  Let’s lighten the mood.  “Bumblebee” was first published by Every Day Poets in September 2013.

It’s a poem about a bee.  No, the bee is not a metaphor for childhood guilt or lost loves, and, no, it does not attack the narrator like one of Cthulhu’s minions.  (I’m not always such a surly duck.)

Anyone who catches the Kevin Smith reference in this blog post will be made an honorary correspondent.  And that’s a coveted distinction.  Just ask Len Ornstein about his newfound fame and renown.

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“Bumblebee,” by Eric Robert Nolan

 

Bumbling along a bit close to me

Is busy Mister Bumblebee

He inventories dandelions

With prodding, plush black legs.

 

I inventory carcinogens

With unfiltered cigarettes,

My legs, in bluejeans, lazily

Crossed in the grass.

 

He buzzes, I puff.

A mute truce transpires

I won’t stomp if he won’t sting.

Just two fellas

 

Mindin’ their own business.

 

© Eric Robert Nolan 2013

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Photo credit: “Bee In a Dandelion,” Busangane, own work, via Wikimedia Commons.