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Now available: All the Wasted Beauty of the World

Richard launched his newest poetry book, All the Wasted Beauty of the World, on August 22, 2014, and is coming soon to a venue near you. You can obtain a copy of the book (but not of Richard) at a reading, through Amazon, or through the publisher, Able Muse Press.

Read a review of All the Wasted Beauty of the World on New Pages.

Read an interview with Richard about the book in The St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

Hear an interview and reading with Richard on KDHX's Literature for the Halibut.


Richard receives a 2013 RAC Individual Artist Fellowship to finish his third book of poems, All the Wasted Beauty of the World.


Two of Richard's plays, "Bang!" and "No Other Gods Before Me" were selected for First Run Theater's Spectrum Festival.

Richard also wrote an article for St. Louis Magazine about the experience of writing the plays and seeing them through revision, rehearsal, and production.

His play "Bang!" was also produced in the North Park Playwright Festival.


Richard's seven-page, six-part poem on death (just what the world needed!) wins first place in The Ledge 2010 Poetry Awards Competition.

Richard's tops in St. Louis

The Riverfront Times named Richard "Best Local Poet" in the Arts and Entertainment category, home also to "Best Hair on a Local TV Personality" and "Best Art Gallery to Die in the Past Year." Find out why.

How a poem happens

Richard is interviewed on the How a Poem Happens blog about his poem "Ash."

  Richard Newman and his sidekick Otis.  

Richard Newman is the author of All the Wasted Beauty of the World (Able Muse Press, 2014) Domestic Fugues (Steel Toe Books, 2009) and Borrowed Towns (Word Press, 2005).

April Morning

When the taste of a former lover
has finally vanished from your tongue,
like the moon dissolved in the morning sky,

and no leaves stir in the damp stillness
though you imagine buds strain
against the chill, trees thicken,
and roots flex underground

when Monday traffic begins its slush
along the highway, and you have measured
your mornings since the break up
in toothpaste tubes, deodorants worn to nubs,

you'll know that life knows not how it begun,
and spring happened not
in a moment we perceived
but moments slowly recollected

in the ancient smell of rot and bloom,
and even your fomer lover
appears more beautiful than you remembered.

Public Radio
Hear Garrison Keillor read Richard's poems on The Writer's Almanac.
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