I am grateful tonight to Editor Richard Edwards for publishing “The Writer” at Every Writer!
I’m quite happy that Mr. Edwards felt my poem might appeal to the readers of Every Writer — especially considering what an important resource Every Writer has been to the independent literature community since 1999.
You can find the poem right here:
“The Writer,” by Eric Robert Nolan
I’m honored tonight to share here that The Piker Press has graciously published my poem, “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks.”
Once again, I’m indebted to Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to join the creative community of this wonderful weekly journal of arts and sciences.
You can find the poem at the link below:
“Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks,” by Eric Robert Nolan
I’m honored to share here that Every Writer has selected one of my poems, “The Writer,” for publication. Editor Richard Edwards passed the news along to me this morning. Every Writer is one of the oldest comprehensive resources for writers on the net, and I’m grateful to Mr. Edwards for allowing me to join the creative community there.
I’ll post a link here when the poem appears.
(Dedicated to Philip K. Dick)
What if the Internet is an android’s dream,
and we are the electric sheep?
Dick would know at once
our artificial people:
every boy a Roy,
every girl a pleasure model,
trying to pass as real,
inwardly concerned with their design:
“Morphology. Longevity. Incept dates.”
On Facebook,
“More Nolan than Nolan”
is my motto.
If I, in my genuine moments,
could greet my jpeg face
hiding in his electronic words,
he’d go offworld or die.
After all,
“It’s not an easy thing to meet your maker.”
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016
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Falling early, in July,
are perforated tapered spades,
or the honeycombed arrows of hearts —
beetle-bitten redbud leaves.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2017
The moon ignites her eyes
into glittering locks:
heavy, hard and bright.
In this early winter air,
Her whispers are verdicts. Starshine
falls across us like judgement.
We are fastened down
with new wool blankets, with sheets,
with one another.
The looming headboard, her mother’s gift,
is firm in its oak location, yet yawns —
the padlock’s empty eye.
Reclining, her white stomach is
a burning opal, and, under my palm,
a fluttering altar.
Her winding legs
are the snowy tails of comets —
our bedsheets’ burning stars.
She draws up against me.
She draws against my heart
like an unwanted memory.
Lie to me, she says. Lie to me, but softly.
I want to see your lips move
as slowly as the moon will cross the sky.
Lie to me, she says. Lie to me, but brightly.
Your words are as formless as starshine,
as insubstantial as light.
Lie to me, she says. Lie to me, nightly,
when your eyes are as dark in your forgeries
as midnight’s measureless heavens.
Lie to me, she says. Lie to me in lilting verse.
Paint for me the universe,
and I will forget you are here.
Then she crosses her wrists
in pearling benediction, under her glowing shoulders,
softly, silvering in shadow there,
in intersecting, sloping ivory,
the smooth and luminous, leaning crucifix
of consequence, of her trembling arms.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2019
Photo credit: By Lawrie Cate – Moon, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=3684899
I’m honored to share here that four more poems of mine will be published in the coming months by The Piker Press. The weekly journal for arts and sciences will feature “Smiling Among Inert Shipwrecks” on July 22, “hens staring upward” on August 26th, “All Our Faults Are Fallen Leaves” on September 23, and “Delaware Sheets” on October 14.
I will post links here when the poems appear.
Thank you, Editor Sand Pilarski, for allowing me to be a part of The Piker Press’ wonderful community of artists, writers and readers!
I’m quite happy to share here that my poem “hens staring upward” was selected by Down in the Dirt magazine for its latest poetry collection, The Flickering Light. I was honored to have this poem originally published by Down in the Dirt in its April issue; seeing it subsequently selected for The Flickering Light today was a nice surprise!
If you’d like to order a copy of the anthology, you can find it right here over at Amazon.
Thank you, Editor Janet Kuypers, for allowing me to join the creative community of Down in the Dirt!
We fawn over fawns
until their clipping gallop
cadences away.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2019
Photo credit: By Mwanner at the English language Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=245464
This nihilist night,
the sky is only void and
burning tombstone stars.
(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2019
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