Samizdat Blog

The good people at Spuyten Duyvil are putting together a collection of poems to coincide with the inauguration of the man chosen by a minori...

In one of Aesop's fables, "The Frogs Who Desired a King," the frogs of the local pond grew disillusioned with the king Zeu...

If you're like me, you're probably thinking that this is not a good year to sit down to Thanksgiving dinner with extended family...

Utter silence on the train platform among the normally talkative commuters. An old woman in a coffee shop crying quietly, alone. A m...

Back in the 1990s, when I edited the poetry broadsheet Samizdat , my favorite part of the job involved receiving dispatches about poetr...

Inventions of a Barbarous Age: Poetry from Conceptualism to Rhyme —my latest book of essays—has just rolled hot off the presses at Ma...

Poetry and stupidity are, it seems, secret kissing cousins. Who knew? Lawrence Raab, that's who. Check out his short, punchy essay ...

Mark Scroggins is, hands down, bar none, my favorite critic of contemporary poetry. His latest collection is out now from MadHat which,...

Some interesting reflections on my most recent book of poems, The Kafka Sutra, are up at the Queen Mob's Teahouse site.  Stu Watson ...

Here's the cover of my next book, Inventions of a Barbarous Age: Poetry from Conceptualism to Rhyme . I'll post something about...

The barbarians are here! They've breached the walls of the fortress! The city lies in ruins! Poetry is at their mercy! Well, it...

I like just about everything about Sweden, even the weather. I like their intellectuals, too, mostly for being both meti...