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Description: Rustin Larson’s poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, The Iowa Review, North American Review, Poetry East, The Atlanta Review and other magazines. Crazy Star, his latest collection, was selected for the Loess Hills Book’s Poetry Series in 2005. Larson won 1st Editor’s Prize from Rhino magazine in 2000 and has won prizes for his poetry from The National Poet Hunt and The Chester H. Jones Foundation among others. A five-time Pushcart nominee, and graduate of the Vermont College MFA in Writing, Larson was an Iowa Poet at The Des Moines National Poetry Festival in 2002 and 2004, a featured writer in the DMACC Celebration of the Literary Arts in 2007, 2008, and has been highlighted on the public radio programs Live from Prairie Lights and Voices from the Prairie. He is the host of the radio talk show Irving Toast, Poetry Ghost http://www.kruufm.com and lives in Fairfield, Iowa. |
| wasps, Rustin Larson, Poetry, Fairfield, Iowa, bottles, Arts and Entertainment | 14 May 2013 |
| Bottle and Glass by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
A wasp flies into my water bottle.
I do not know this. I bring
The water bottle inside. The wasp
Climbs up to the lip,
Pulses his wings
A couple times, and then starts
Flying around the house.
He flies
| Untagged | 24 Apr 2013 |
| Cochise by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
When I was a boy, I would wait
Patiently all week for Batman.
The show aired Fridays at seven.
Everybody loved him. 10,000
Concussions a year cannot be wrong.
My cousins liked Batman,
But they liked Cochise
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| Red Cloud by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
Red Cloud thought he could negotiate
With the U. S. Government [the business end
Of the superwealthy who, then as now, wish
To possess, control and consume everything] and secure
Relative tranquility for
| Untagged | 2 Apr 2013 |
| Wild Rose by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
| Untagged | 4 Mar 2013 |
| The Italian Side of Town by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
I grew up on the Italian side of town.
Never mind the best Irish pub was in the midst
Of all this, near the drug-filled
Park and the frozen skating pond
In February as the late afternoon sun
Turned the hill into a
