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Spectacles both violent and sexual; a world as fully imagined as Tolkien's; plot-lines as richly interwoven as a Celtic knot; a de...

I remember lying in a ditch and staring at some pebbles while German bombers were flying over our heads. That was long ago. I don’t re...

I think it's because he dresses like some kind of heavy metal Lord Byron, and because he's known to read his poems at a New Yor...

If there's one poem, other than "The Red Wheelbarrow," that you can bet on most Americans having read in school it'...

"A year and a half after Archambeau’s article," writes David Kaufmann, referring to "Charmless and Interesting," a p...

Not long ago a poet I know sent me a note asking if I ever blogged about anything other than publications in which my work appears.  L...

"Hot damn!" I thought, "it's Daisy Fried!"  I was paging through the May issue of Poetry , and there, on page 13...

I recently had the privilege of looking over the proofs for the next (and, sadly, the final) issue of the great Prague-based journal VLA...

Trixie Sparx begins the burlesque portion of the Wake of Fallon McPhael One of the thousand reasons Ugly Duckling Presse numbers among ...

Rejoice! The new issue of Lou Rowan's always-too-cool-for-school Golden Handcuffs Review  has dropped from the skies.  Poetry by ...

I’ve seen a lot of them, lately: the bland, glamorous faces of models in advertisements for fashion and various luxurious commodities....