Richard Newman

Recipient of a 2014 Regional Arts Commission Individual Artist Fellowship,  Richard Newman is author of the full-length poetry collections "Borrowed Towns," "Domestic Fugues" and the forthcoming "All the Wasted Beauty of the World," due out this summer. He is editor of "River Styx" magazine and co-directs the River Styx at Tavern of Fine Arts reading series.

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Richard Newman of River Styx brings his poetic touch to St. Louis Public Radio. He regularly selects a poem to appear on this site. It's a free glimpse into the vibrant poetry life in this area. Today: Ted Kooser | Applause

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Richard Newman of River Styx brings his poetic touch to St. Louis Public Radio. He regularly selects a poem to appear on this site. It's a free glimpse into the vibrant poetry life in this area. Today: A.E. Stallings | Daphne.

River Styx’s 39th (because who wants to turn 40?) Anniversary Issue just hit the stands and mailboxes. It includes this poem from the point of view of Daphne, a naiad chased by Apollo. Just before she was overtaken, she called out to her father, a river god, for help, and he turned her into a laurel tree.

A. E. Stallings

Daphne

Rooted in my shade so long,

I have forgotten dance, and song,

The wild escape that brought me here.

My hair is leaves, the leaves are sere

And pregnant with a bitter oil,

My grip is pitch-forked in the soil.

No one pursues. I do not run

But stand all seasons in the sun:

Autumn shook me for his rattle,

Winter wooed me. Witless prattle

Coupled in my brain all spring

And changed into a crackled thing.

A poet’s wreath, a girl’s lost beauty

Crown me dryly, like a duty;

Now that the wind begins to shift,

Careless as a match, and swift,

Let summer find me in his turn

Slow to fade, and quick to burn.

A.E. Stallings is an American poet who has lived in Athens, Greece, since 1999. Her most recent collection is Olives (Triquarterly, 2012). She is a recipient of a 2011 MacArthur Fellowship and a Guggenheim Fellowship.

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Richard Newman of River Styx brings his poetic touch to St. Louis Public Radio and the Beacon. He regularly selects a poem to appear on this site. It's a free glimpse into the vibrant poetry life in this area. Today: Jeffrey Bean | The Voyeur’s Blues.

This month we’re featuring a blues poem from River Styx’s upcoming anniversary issue. The blues often come in dark shades, and this one makes the speaker compelling and creepy, the scene sinister yet almost sweet.

Jeffrey Bean

The Voyeur’s Blues

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This month’s poem seemed like a perfect choice for the ilk that reads the “Free Verse” column and the ilk that reads “St. Louis Public Radio.”

Thomas Lux

You and Your Ilk

I have thought much upon

who might be my ilk,

and that I am ilk myself if I have ilk.

Is one of my ilk, or me, the barber

who cuts the hair of the blind?

And the man crushed by cruelties

for which we can't imagine sorrow,

who would be his ilk?

And whose ilk was it

standing around, hands in pockets, May 1933,

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Richard Newman of River Styx brings his poetic touch to St. Louis Public Radio and the Beacon. He regularly selects a poem to appear on this site. It's a free glimpse into the vibrant poetry life in this area. Today: Gary Fincke | “The Drive-Thru Strip Club”

Here’s a slice of contemporary American life. Would you like fries with that?

The Drive-Thru Strip Club

There's no money in poetry, but there's no poetry in money, either.

—Robert Graves

This month's poem is by Catherine Rankovic. Brutal honesty and painful humor usually characterize this writer's poetry and essays. "Hide & Sex" is no exception -- although the savage truth here dresses in the clothes of a children's game, wears several layers of irony and flirts with the sonnet.