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Untagged  1 Feb 2017
The Philosopher Savant Meditates by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

Your mind goes on around you,

practicing piano in the apartment below

or standing in the cathedral of time,

meditating its stained-glass window,

its mandala of red and blue,

frankincense twisting to deletion.

Wind gushes against the blinds.

You listen not for completion

nor what’s forward, nor behind.

Untagged  2 Jan 2017
Roach Motel by Rustin Larson Comment (0)


I must do this to survive, Cardinal.

No breathing allowed, Mr. Bee.

I tripped on the stairs made of you, Maple.

Es muy Piso Mojado, Mr. Snail.

I will take my sleepwalk, Cloud.

The world is the mirror

and the world is purified.

Throw your hands in the air

and run. We'll be eatin'

what's on the shelf, Anne.

The puppy wants to jump

into the redwoods. The lamp

holds up the wine of

Untagged  26 Dec 2016
Revision for New Year's Eve by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

My Father Didn’t Dance With Sylvia Plath


New Year’s Eve, curled in the swiveling chair
in my parent’s TV room, “Garfield’s 9 Lives” cracking up
Katie, my five-year-old, and Ariel in my hands
as my father stalks from the left and growls

within his cavern of flu “are you reading
one of your competitors?” the proposition so weird
I spill cola on page 41, “The Moon and the Yew

Untagged  1 Dec 2016
Schloop: a novel. Chapter 2: Pizza buffet by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

In first grade my hands would sweat pools of liquid onto the fake blond woodgrain of my desk. Math classes made me tense. They warped my spine and made my neck hurt. Lift up the curtain of stars and show me the King's magic exit. They served chili in styrofoam cups and offered tiny half-pint bottles of milk. We ate on mess hall tables that folded up and were wheeled away through the gymnasium

Untagged  1 Nov 2016
Schloop: a novel. Chapter 1: What went down in first grade by Rustin Larson Comment (0)

Schloop: a novel.

Chapter 1: What went down in first grade

I. John

John Robert Jupiter appeared in Mrs. Greene's first grade in the fall of 1966. He and his family had lived in Iran while the Shah was in power.

“It was great!” he said. “We had everything. American cars. American stores.”

His father was an exec, a contractor for Standard Oil.

John liked “I Dream

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