NathanBrown

I don’t recall the last time I played the Ph.D. card. I don’t recall if I ever have, except for one time, when I’d had enough, and told s...

Some books are so bad that, after one or two poems, I have to put them down. Some books are so good that, after one or two poems, I have ...

One of the poet's jobs is to Keep Asking the Questions, even if few people bother to truly Ponder the Answers. And, if you're wondering h...

To those who know me, it's old news that I write every day. To those who love me, it sometimes drives them crazy. But, the writing I'm do...

I have a new project in the works. It's an idea of one way for me to counter the disastrous effects of having lost all my bookings, and t...

Against her better judgment, my wife has left me alone for the weekend. That means a lot of playing guitar in boxers with a margarita nea...

My new album project "The Streets of San Miguel" has officially been turned down by all the major contests and festivals I entered it in....

~ for Tony Hoagland on October 23, 2018 The world just lost a pixel on its big ball-shaped screen. One of my favorite points of light in ...

There are a 1,001 things humans have to work on to save this planet from extinction. But, high on that list would have to be this: Americ...

I attended school, in some form or another, for thirty-five years. From kindergarten through a Ph.D. Some friends thought it was impressi...

Sharon Olds is a phonic and lexical gymnast when it comes to poetry. I'm mystified, and enraptured, by the way she jerks and pulls me ...

I am currently reading some very assiduous, profound, and implacably thoughtful poetry that will likely have little to no effect on the m...

I guess I thought the discussion was behind us. Like the discussion of whether or not Napoleon was actually present for the battle at Wat...

As a poet, it took me years to understand that I was going to have to make a choice. A choice, understand, that I never had to make as a ...

To be an artist in this age… when the audience has a million artists to choose from… a billion televised and online options to distract t...

When I visit middle or high school classrooms, I've noticed something--a dynamic--that I've struggled to put in words. Something that mak...

I'm still refusing to talk politics. . . though, I'm weakening, I'll admit. But I thought this little thought on the politics of poetry w...

Well, the dark year that books (the ones made with paper pages and covers that bend and warp with a reader’s love) were scheduled to beco...