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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. |
| Untagged | 11 Mar 2009 |
| Night Librarian by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
Too scary to be beautiful?--powder-blue sometimes,
ashen the ghosts now. Always one
obsessed with the cartography
of Indiana. Fade they do into the stacks
when I approach, will not be spoken
to. Why do they return? All this
silent research, maps, verse.
Someone (me?) to search for something? Bones?
Jewelry? Lost words? A mouse runs across
the carpeting. We at least share a brotherhood
of breath, saliva
| Untagged | 19 Feb 2009 |
| James Joyce and Janis Joplin by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
James Joyce and Janis Joplin walk together
down Broadway. They aren't exactly arm-
in-arm, but together past the Dante café
and the post office, east past the Co-Ed theater
and the Red Rock Tavern to the square. You know the place.
They aren't ghosts, but bodies real as you.
Janis has all these arm bangles and you'd
think James would be eye-patched, but he has it together
enough today to be just
| Untagged | 16 Feb 2009 |
| Soon by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
Soon the month will turn and we'll
all be older. The moon will dose its eye with cloud
and the planets break their string of pearls.
Soon the tulips will shed their crowns
and the mole will carve his cavern,
a hill blossoming from the ground.
| Poetry | 13 Feb 2009 |
| Socks by Rustin Larson | Comment (0) |
My socks look beat, slung on the chair.
I put them through a hell of a lot today
on the eraser end of me, walking
| Untagged | 3 Nov 2008 |
| The River Road, Finale by Rustin Larson | Comment (2) |
THE RIVER ROAD
Part 8 of 8
Lola and Charlene
Will you remember me? Lola thought to herself as she walked beside Charlene down the Red Ball, south, back toward home. Will you remember me when you've gone off to do what you will do and life has become large and many branched, and you have a husband and children, and a big city, and your universe of books, and meals to cook, and a
