Blog Entries tagged 'Fiction'

Navigating the Neo Nar Nor Nebula

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

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

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

Canadian Lit: The Flying Troutmans by Miriam Toews

source@lisco.com — Sat, 22 Aug 2009 01:00:00 +0100

While I'm up here in Canada waiting for my U.S. work visa to be processed, I figure there&

The River Road, Part Seven

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Mon, 27 Oct 2008 01:00:00 +0100

THE RIVER ROAD

Part 7 of 8

Lola

When Lola was ten years old, her arms were so thin; she was just a skinny wisp of a girl and she flailed her limbs and she wouldn't stop screaming. The workman had told her her father was dead.

The River Road, Part Six

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 21 Oct 2008 01:00:00 +0100

THE RIVER ROAD

Part 6 of 8

Lola and Charlene

The opening of the movie was a mystery; lost in revery, Lola had missed it. She was catching things in bits and pieces. The heroine, it seemed to her, was too

The River Road, Part Five

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Mon, 13 Oct 2008 01:00:00 +0100

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

The River Road, Part Four

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 01:00:00 +0100

THE RIVER ROAD

Part 4 of 8

The River Road, Part Three

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Sun, 28 Sep 2008 01:00:00 +0100

THE RIVER ROAD

Part 3 of 8

The River Road, Part Two

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Sun, 21 Sep 2008 01:00:00 +0100

THE RIVER ROAD

Part 2 of 8

The River Road, Part One

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 16 Sep 2008 01:00:00 +0100

THE RIVER ROAD

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

The Yellow Impala

rustinlarson@gmail.com — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 01:00:00 +0100

I keep seeing my father drive around town in a yellow 1975 Chevrolet Impala. This is fine as far as most people (who don’t know my father) are concerned—it’s just that my brothers and I buried dad in November, 2001. For several very