He tried to remember when he was a baby. He could only visualize a Polaroid photograph of a party in his stepfather's basement. There was his mother, all legs in a mini-skirt, his biological father, clueless, and, among an assortment of other mushroom-haired men, his future stepfather licking the edge of a hand-rolled cigarette. Lots of alcohol and joints were in play, and there he was, Paul,
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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. |
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| Lyrical Iowa Contest Deadline Approaches! by Rustin Larson | Comment (1) |
THE IOWA POETRY ASSOCIATION'S
65th Annual Contest
65th Annual Contest
General Rules For All Divisions
Note: FAILURE TO OBSERVE RULES MAY DISQUALIFY ENTRIES.
1. Contests are open to all persons with Iowa residence. (See College exception) No entry fee. No membership or book purchase requirement.
2. Poems must be original and unpublished (including on-line and self publication). If copying a significant portion of
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| The Rutabaga Dalliances by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
I drove to Iowa City to hear Rhino read from his new book, "The Rutabaga Dalliances." It had been 13 years since I last saw him, and in that near decade and a half he had received many piercings to his face and body. Couple that with his tattoos (an anaconda whose head peeped out on his neck and wound- I was told- round and around his various body parts with its tail finally doing a
Some thoughts about that: if not in an opera house then here under the girders of a new civilization in which the contemplative norm is that of a cheeseburger with a face full of sesames. McCheese is one's neighbor and mayor, and his clown same-sex partner is a cook of sorts, and I guess a lot of people go there. I have to admit I stopped years ago. The fried fish sandwiches were about all I
| Rustin Larson, Poetry, Poetic Commerce, Fiction | 2 Dec 2009 |
| Rise Above Your Shadow by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
Squished kitty. Holstein kitty. She was the only one marked as she was. Calico I suppose with all the orange hid somewhere. I couldn't see. So she was a black kitty with white patches or a white kitty with black patches depending upon how you thought. First thing to greet you at 10th and Mason. How do you know when you're home? Look for the dead cat. Bam. You're home.
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