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“This Windy Morning,” by Eric Robert Nolan

“This Windy Morning, by Eric Robert Nolan

The gales cry,
their sounds rise,
so strangely like
the wailing of children.
The gales
have ripped a rift in purgatory.

Along the low hill’s haze
and indistinct palette of grays,
the thinning slate shapes
are either columns of rain,
or a quorum of waifish wraiths.

Condemned but inculpable
are those little figures —
long ago natives maybe — in an ironic,
insufficient sacrament:
this obscuring rain’s
parody of baptism.

If that faultless chorus
should never see heaven,
they will ever be wind without end
their lamentations ever
shrill within rare
arriving spring downpours.
Always will the squall
imprison their calls.

You and I should refrain
any temptation to breach
these palisades of rain —
lest we be greeted by each
iron-colored countenance:
the sorrowing slim nickel
of an infant’s visage,
little boys’ graying faces,
the silvering eyes of the girls.

© 2017 Eric Robert Nolan

[Note: I began writing this yesterday morning, which was, at a sensory level, just like the fictional morning described.  Southwest Virginia indeed has some unique weather, affected, as I’m told, by its sprawling mountain ranges.  (They circle the Roanoke metro area.)

The rain yesterday was abrupt and shrieking.  I posted on social media that I’d experienced “that eerie moment when the wind sounds strangely like the wailing of children.”  So hence the poem that I finished (?) tonight.  I think a lot of my friends will find it funny; they certainly were laughing at my poet’s melodrama yesterday.  One said it was a nice turn of phrase, too — and that it could be the start of a story.

I’ve never written what I’ve considered a “horror poem” before.  (“The Writer” in 2013 was never intended as such, anyway.)  But the genre is alive and well, at least in the small presses.  Horror poetry is frequently requested in the calls for submissions you can find on Facebook’s various “Open Calls” pages, anyway.  (And if you’re an indie writer, those pages are great to peruse anyway.)

I hope you enjoyed the piece.]

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Eric Robert Nolan featured at Haikuniverse

Hey, I just found out that the nice folks over at Haikuniverse published a haiku that I submitted a while back:

http://www.haikuniverse.com/haiku-by-eric-robert-nolan-2/

Thanks, Haikuniverse!

 

Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine features “Our Room In Brooklyn”

The September 2016 Issue of Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine was just released, with pieces both by me and by a couple of good friends of mine.  You can find my poem, “Our Room In Brooklyn,” on page 14.  Be sure also to check out “Bacchus and Cheap Tobacco,” by Dennis Villelmi, as well as “Antidote,” by Scott Thomas Outlar.

You can purchase the September Issue in right here, or you can simply download a free electronic copy in PDF format here.

Enjoy.

 

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Publication Notice: Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine to feature “Our Room In Brooklyn”

I’m honored once again to share that another poem of mine will be published by Peeking Cat Poetry Magazine.  The upcoming September 2016 issue will include “Our Room In Brooklyn.”  This is a piece that I authored many years ago; it was first featured by Dagda Publishing in 2013.

Thanks to Editor Samantha Rose for allowing me to be a part of of the terrific creative community over at Peeking Cat!

 

 

“An Ode for Fellow Replicants,” by Eric Robert Nolan

(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.”

[Author’s note — the film quoted and paraphrased above is Ridley Scott’s “Blade Runner” (1982), to which this poem is an homage.  “Blade Runner” is itself an adaptation of Dick’s 1968 novel, “Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?”]

(c) Eric Robert Nolan 2016

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Call for Submissions — The Bees Are Dead

From The Bees Are Dead:  

“The Bees Are Dead is officially open for business, and this is your official invitation to submit work for publication. Below are our submission guidelines – these will live permanently on our ‘Submissions‘ page. Please read the information below and get submitting!

The Bees Are Dead (BAD) is a new transatlantic webzine focusing on dystopian and post-apocalyptic prose, poetry, art and photography. BAD accepts submissions on an ongoing basis. We are searching for:

– Poems, with no limit on length within reason…
– Prose, preferably less than 6000 words, though longer pieces will be considered if exceptional.
– Photography, please no nudes…
– Reviews of books, single pieces or films/movies/TV shows – preferably under 1000 words.
– Videos and Audio recordings of poetry, prose or reviews.

http://www.thebeesaredead.com/submissions/

 

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Submit your creative work to “The Bees Are Dead!”

Hey, gang — my colleagues and I over at The Bees Are Dead are just thrilled with the submissions we’ve been receiving after the launch of our transatlantic webzine!  As you might know from my blog right here, we’ve been honored to launch the site with a powerful poem by Scott Thomas Outlar.  And Eddie Skelson’s “Fort Hope” was a wickedly clever post-apocalyptic zombie story.

Again, we’re interested in your very darkest visions of worlds gone bad — the editorial focus of The Bees Are Dead is dystopian and post-apocalyptic prose, poetry, art, photography and reviews.  Our submission guidelines are actually fairly flexible; click here and take a look:

Submissions – The Bees Are Dead

If you have submitted already, thanks!  If you are working on a submission, then keep at it!  And if you enjoy stories or verses about fearsome futures or world-ending catastrophes, then bookmark us and remember to visit!  We hope to keep you entertained!

 

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“Octopus, Octopi,” by Eric Robert Nolan

“Octopus, Octopi,” by Eric Robert Nolan

Octopus, octopi
Your faux grammar is a lie.
Forget that shit you heard;
“Octopi” is not a word.
Here is what the truth is:
The plural’s “octopuses!”

(c) 2016 Eric Robert Nolan

This is dedicated to my pal, Carrie.  She detests pulpo as a dish, but I know she appreciates decent grammar.

 

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“she,” by Eric Robert Nolan

“she,” by Eric Robert Nolan

in iridescent lavender
she
sidles up to me in dreams of burning purple.
her
slimming violet shoulders wilt like lilacs in her sighs.
her
gazing eyes are amethyst in torment.
she
whispers from her pomegranate lips that I am fiction.

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Publication notice: Haikuniverse features “Our Drive Home”

I got some more nice news today — Haikuniverse featured my micro-poem, “Our Drive Home.”  Haikuniverse is a project of the Poetry Super Highway, and daily publishes either a haiku or a micro-poem.  (Readers can sign up for an e-mail from Haikuniverse each day.)

Thanks so much to Editor Rick Lupert for allowing me to share my very brief poem.

You can find it below:

“Our Drive Home,” by Eric Robert Nolan