Articles by Eric Robert Nolan

Short

Poem

"...If that faultless chorus should never see heaven..."

"...Where the Shenandoahs' beryl falls to black, ultramarine to onyx..."

"...Lust in the lexicon..."

"...exactly..."

"...to descend the fathoms now made shining canyons..."

"...in the various safe and certain places free of sadness..."

"...Take my hand, my friend, and smile..."

"...gentle, blessed by the sun..."

"...Will any mountain ever let me dream again..."

"...frigid, frigid like a still photo and its forever frozen face there..."

"This new mountain night..."

"...In this early winter air, her whispers are verdicts..."

"...In blackness, an indistinct day is made another..."

"...Exceeding empires, exceeding even Elysium..."

"...Delight me for a while."

"...he inventories dandelions with prodding, plush black legs..."

"...the moon will beam camaraderie..."

"...each arriving low, in permanent cursive..."

"...my future lay in neatly mapped seas..."

"...glissading sable scars of curling script..."

Welcome to the Piker Press 19th Anniversary Issue. Thank you to all the writers and other artists and readers for making this possible.

"...Her soft voice Is the cry of the single quail at dusk..."

"...Remember when we first saw her..."

"...Not for the false compliments that slide off his baroque tongue..."

"...don't cool off in my drink..."

"What if the Internet is an android's dream..."

"...as white as the moon..."

"It was a mad and spinning world in which you met her..."

"...The mountains will not know our names..."

"...lines that have changed their direction, like dissident travelers at crossroads..."