When poetry focuses on the more sinful, cruel, and pathological side of human nature, we typically refer to it as "dark." I wouldn't describe Scott Holstad's poetry that way. His works are so violent, angry, and self-effacing that they seem to transcend darkness; they are so engorged with pain that questions of morality and immorality seem irrelevent.
Despite his recent Pulitzer nomination, Scott remains active on the small press circuit, which is odd, because you'd think most small presses would be afraid to print this stuff.
Scott says, "I have published 14 books of poetry. My work has appeared in hundreds of magazines in dozens of countries, including The Minnesota Review, Wisconsin Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Arkansas Review, Pacific Review, Lullwater Review, and Southern Review. I currently live in Knoxville, TN, with my wife Jennifer and our two cats." You can check out some of his books in the Unlikely Stories bookstore, or check out his home page at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Scott's works here at Unlikely Stories are:
The Hell of it All
July 1999 - July 2000:
No More Mochas
July 1998 - July 1999:
asking for it
Cloudy, but who cares?
Live With It