Blog Entries for Rustin Larson

Toot, Toot, Toot

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Sun, 05 Sep 2010 01:00:00 +0100

Blowing my own horn again. Three poems of mine are featured in Poets and Artists magazine. Go to

Steven Schneider wrote a nice review of my book

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 01:00:00 +0100

Rustin Larson’s The Wine-Dark House and the Poet’s Journey

Review by Steven P. Schneider

Helene Cardona

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Fri, 06 Aug 2010 01:00:00 +0100

I recently had the pleasure of interviewing Helene Cardona for my KRUU radio show, Irving Toast, Poetry Ghost. Not only is Helene a fine poet, you've also seen her on-screen in popula

A Blog about Poetry

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 27 Jul 2010 01:00:00 +0100

What else? You've heard me say how fantastic the poems of William Kemmett are. Let's take a look inside the cover of his new book, Black Oil. I'm sure you'll agree with me, this is not your father's Oldsmobile.

The opening poem is a surrealist knock-out. And i

A Disappearance in Greece

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Thu, 01 Jul 2010 01:00:00 +0100

I am co-author of a poem cycle called, "Disappearance in Greece." The cycle runs 14 pages. My fellow co-authors are Kirpal Gordon, Ernest Kroll and Carl Conover, all very good poets. We have never met each other. We never intended to co-author a poem cycle. The grouping of our poem

A Concentration of Daylight

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 15 Jun 2010 01:00:00 +0100

I. The Freak Circus

The freak circus is in town. Fairchild street, February 1974,
up the ice-patched, sloping walk and up the front steps into
the cobwebby and dirty entryway full of spooky old denim jackets
and jeans scattered every which way. The crooked staircase

Another poem by William Kemmett

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 25 May 2010 01:00:00 +0100

Bill Kemmett writes: "Dear Rustin, just a quick hello to thank you for the good words on BLACK OIL which is only weeks away from publication. I've been writing more than ever even though it's been a private love for the most part. But your kind blurb in IOWA SOURCE has be

The Lake Shore Limited

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 06 Apr 2010 01:00:00 +0100

In some past life I must have been late for a train. Overburdened with luggage, breathless, I can see me running, fedora whisked from my head by the wind. Only by some feat of strength, some last surge of energy, am I able to clamber aboard the moving coach, neither helped nor encouraged

Navigating the Neo Nar Nor Nebula

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 16 Feb 2010 01:00:00 +0100

Lyrical Iowa Contest Deadline Approaches!

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 01:00:00 +0100

THE IOWA POETRY ASSOCIATION'S
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

The Rutabaga Dalliances

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 01:00:00 +0100

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 pee

A Conversation with a Small Cactus

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 01:00:00 +0100

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 gues

Rise Above Your Shadow

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 01:00:00 +0100

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

Heather Derr-Smith Reads at MUM Library December 1st

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:00:00 +0100

Heather Derr-Smith

The Broken Wrist Poem (for Claudia)

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 01:00:00 +0100

Daffodils
bloom, fevers flash, nebulae hover,
pulse
white and yellow. Can you smile dawn and dusk
and pretend it doesn't hurt? The nurse
stops
a moment her whirl,
all
too perky, asks if you glitter,
oh organ donor, before they wheel you
to surge

Featured Poet in Pirene's Fountain

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Fri, 30 Oct 2009 01:00:00 +0100

Any given Sunday or Monday, if your radio’s tuned to KRUU 100.1 in Fairfield, Iowa, you’ll catch Rustin Larson hosting his talk show with the quirky-hip title: “Irving Toast, Poetry Ghost.” With an eye on creating a venue for poets, Larson spent several years in maga

New Poems by Michael Carrino

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 13 Oct 2009 01:00:00 +0100

Michael Carrino holds an M.F.A. in Writing from Vermont College. He is an English lecturer at the State University College at Plattsburgh, New York, where he is co-editor and poetry editor of the Saranac Review. His publications include Some Rescues, (New Poets Series, Inc.) Under This Combustib

A Few Things Straight about Flame Skunks, Abraham Lincoln, and the Endless Tunnels of Paradise

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 01:00:00 +0100

Flame skunks. They is a problem to most home owners, be all they don't know it though. Pesky little fellers, git in your basement and start feedin off the lint of most furnace filters. You can tell 'em by their plumpish skunk bodies, but they's head's just like a gas broiler wi

Black Oil by Bill Kemmett

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 01:00:00 +0100

Bill Kemmett is a brilliant poet. He lives in Port Saint Lucie, Florida and he crafts gems: carefully cut, polished, sparkling, many-faceted gems. He may start the day with his noggin on his pillow, at the beach, or browsing a yard sale, but with the mere flick of his eye he reveals fathoms. His

WELCOME TO THIS HAUNTED ROOM

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 01:00:00 +0100

This room in which you stand is rife with paranormal activity eight (8) minutes every day, starting at 7:15 p.m. This has been the case every day since the evening of December 24, 1938 when this activity was first discovered.

WHAT YOU CAN EXPECT DURING YOUR VISIT

While experiences may