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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. |
| Fiction | 13 Oct 2008 |
| The River Road, Part Five by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
THE RIVER ROAD
Part 5 of 8
Lenny and Elmo
In the bedroom, the whisky flowed again.
"You know, " Elmo said, recorking the bottle, "I saw your sister a week or so ago." Elmo sat on a wooden chair, backwards, the back of the chair pressed against his chest, his arm resting over its curve, and his drinking glass tilted precariously in his hand.
Lenny leaned on the
| Fiction | 5 Oct 2008 |
| The River Road, Part Four by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
THE RIVER ROAD
Part 4 of 8
Lenny and Elmo
The weather was changing rapidly and hardened leaves clattered against the side of the house.
"Jesus!" Elmo said. "Look at you! A big man like you--200 pounds, muscled, with a beard like dirty steel wool and your feelings are hurt. Well I am sorry!"
Lenny winced and shrugged and sipped his bourbon again, feeling its burn
| Fiction | 28 Sep 2008 |
| The River Road, Part Three by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
THE RIVER ROAD
Part 3 of 8
A crown of ash dropped from Lenny's cigarette to the quilt covering the bed, the quilt Mrs. Carberry had stitched with her own hands.
"Put that damn thing out, Lenny. Damn if I'll let this house burn because of some one-eyed bum like you."
Lenny stood up and ground the butt into the hardwood floor with the heel of his hunting
| Fiction | 21 Sep 2008 |
| The River Road, Part Two by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
THE RIVER ROAD
Part 2 of 8
Lenny and Elmo
Mr. Carberry had been a well-liked man. He was small, but bore a resemblance to the president, Franklin Roosevelt, and he would make farmers gathered at the grain elevator or barbershop laugh at his imitation of FDR.
"Gentlemen," he would say, balancing his glasses on the tip of his nose, "I want to talk to you this evening about
| Fiction | 16 Sep 2008 |
| The River Road, Part One by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
Part 1 of 8
Lola and Charlene
The cannon was on a limestone bluff that surveyed the moonlit river. Her daddy had told her it would be fired occasionally to scare the Indians, but she could not imagine why, thinking of the shy family, the Sunfish, who had their tar-papered cabin in the depths of the Stevich woods and who silently fished the banks of the Little Cedar for a significant
